Wholly Sunday

I had a strange dream immediately before I woke this morning, involving someone I know, someone I do not know, and a place I've never been. And when my alarm went off, an hour earlier than it would have on any non-daylight savings day, I hit snooze until I'd properly made up that lost hour.

The bus that drops me off in front of work doesn't run until much later on Sundays, so I walked up to Broadway, took one bus so far, bought a coffee, then took another bus to somewhere near work and walked the rest. All in all, this saved me about ten minutes than if I'd simply slept longer and took my usual bus.

Oh yes, I am an efficient machine.