Somehow, I forgot to set my alarms last night. Not the biggie, not the back-up. Blissfully, I drifted off to sleep - at least, until my neighbour woke me up at 11 pm, shovelling out his driveway. But I digress. I fell back to sleep pretty easily and was stunned to wake up at 3:11 - just 5 minutes past my usual time - with no alarm.
What kind of bizarre, bionic being have I become? I'm up at 5 or 6 on Saturday mornings (later on Sundays, thank goodness) and I don't even sleep in when the alarms fail to go off? I'm happy I didn't mess up this morning, don't get me wrong, but I'm a little freaked out about the drone that this shift has apparently turned me into. I'll have to give it more thought over supper, which I routinely enjoy at the same time they serve it in every nursing home in the city.