A bad week: Monday morning - Playing truant.

6 am. Alarm clock goes off. I hit the snooze button. Pull the covers over my head. Just another 15 minutes, it's all what I need.
6.15 am. I hit again the snooze button. Just another 15 minutes, I swear.
6.30 am. Damn alarm clock. Snooze off.
7.00 am. Panic. I hunt for some clean clothes. No time for coffee.
Pick up purse. Then I see it peeping through the curtains. A glorious end of February sunshine.
With my best imitation of a dying person, I call the office.
And I head up for the corner cafe, book in hand.