Monday, March 11, 2013

So My Alarm Goes Off At 8:00 AM

I wake in a panic.


I'm late for work. I have overslept.

I tear off my pajamas on the way to the bathroom.

I turn the shower on and sit on the toilet while the water warms up.


I don't even know who to call to let them know that I am running late.

Damned weekend "Loft" shoots.

We aren't at the stage. So I need a producer's cell phone number.

Sitting on the toilet, waiting for the shower to warm up.

There must be a call sheet with someone's phone number in my email.

I check my iPhone™.


Only a call sheet for Saturda..............


Today is Sunday.

My "Loft" job was yesterday.

I was there on time and worked for six hours.

My alarm wasn't set for work.

My alarm was set so I could take Mrs. Blog to breakfast.

I turn the shower off and put my PJs back on.

Mrs. Blog is sound asleep on the couch, in front of the TV, which is displaying the Tivo™ screen.

I go back to bed.

An hour later, I get up and we go to breakfast.

After that, a sleepy, lazy day.

What's my point?

No point, really.

That is just how my Sunday went.


One last shameless plug for my show...

Watch "The Doctors" today. (Monday.)

One of the most moving and uplifting hours of television that I have ever been a part of.

The PC says, "Check it out!"

1 comment:

  1. I'm SO glad that worked out well. Sorry you had to have the heart attack first, though. I hate when that happens.