Usually at this time in the morning, I’m dreamily pressing snooze for the second time, or stumbling naked to my desk to write down the Post-it Note Song of the Day (Heaven is for Easy Girls for the second day in a row). But today I had to spring from bed the moment the alarm sounded at 7:30.

Immediately upon waking I quickly braed, dressed, and then reached for the toothpaste. But I was too slow, before I even got the cap off I heard the BEEP-BEEP-BEEP of a backing up truck and it stopped in front of my house. Before I even made it downstairs bing-bong of the doorbell.

I opened it and no lie the guy said, “Culligan Man.” It was 7:44 a.m. The things we do for lovely soft water. Oh, and incidentally, he’s already gone. I think he was here something like three minutes. Now that he has the supersecret Garage Access Code, I’m totally sleeping in next time.

I feel like I need a nap already.