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The alarm wasn't set yesterday morning and I actually overslept.  That rarely happens.......i woke with one eye and thought "the room is very light" and then asked Alexa what time it was...then I asked her what day it was.....without moving an inch out from under my covers where my feet stuck out at the bottom....

Then I dove from the bed considering not taking a shower and what I might wear in a hurry....like the old days when I would wake up at his house on a Friday morning and not be left with enough time for all the  get ready for work stuff.....

But that's not who I am anymore.  Im not at that place where I have to worry if I'm 2 minutes late or if I'm going to be "in trouble" if I'm late.  So I took my shower, dressed myself and put my hair in a pony tail with light makeup.  All set.  I'll buy lunch today as a treat.  Out the door.

Since I get to work early every day, I wasn't even late.

I'm that good.

Now...........if a man was in the house.......well.  

Then when I came home from work I took Miyagi outside where he said "bullshit" and ran back up the steps....that was a really short walk.  Made myself a girl dinner.......simple bagel with butter.......then hopped on to my switch to redesign my Animal Crossing home while I listened to the end of my audio book "Eleanor Oliphant is completely fine" by Gail Honeyman. 4 stars.  

My bestie called and I had her pick up my nexium dupe at Sams club and then venmo'd her the $$$.   While we chatted on the phone I picked up the mess I made getting ready for work and did some dishes.  I wasn't alone even though I was alone.

Then it was scroll through my phone, get into bed and do more scrolling.....sleep.

This morning the alarm was set.

Back to work.

And......do it all again. 

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