Under the spell of the snooze button?
And then I hit the snooze button on the alarm clock, told myself it was Saturday and went back to sleep.
Not me; I’m simply passing along the story the way I heard it. My own life with a commanding clock has been conflict free for decades. At best, a beep or two, and then I turn the little beast off, get up and get about my daily chores. In fact, I’ve been living with the same alarm clock since 1981, which shows how little abuse either of us has had to absorb. The tooth marks came from a dog.
I cannot make the same claim for some of the others in the house (residents or alarms). Son #3 has a collection. The “go off” time bears no meaning, in his life. Just more random noise. I’ve seen them (arranged around the bed like amulets), in various states of repair. Obviously, a different system may be needed, particularly when the act of getting out of bed begins to tie into economic responsibilities.
When the dog was around, she had the paper carrier to interrupt her dream state. From snore to savagely defending the castle proper; seconds. Too small to measure with an ordinary alarm clock. She doubled as a burglar alarm. Never tested; burgling isn’t that big a risk when there’s a dog on duty, but I think she would have “done us proud”. I digress.
Back to the sleeping beauties. I’m gone by the time the morning panic session starts. I know from clues (full cups of coffee, percolator humming) that the departures are precipitous. Alarming…
