7 AM Alarm
7am Alarm The alarm went off at 7am (as usual for a Tuesday) and my wife Julie began nudging me to get up. Tuesdays were always the worst: meetings throughout the day with so-called superiors discussing the latest problems with our programming of the previous week. Grudgingly I swung my feet out of bed and onto the carpet beside our bed. “Make sure you shave today dear,” Julie snickered from the bed. I was too tired to give her a dirty look. She knew she didn’t have to get up until noon. Her nursing job dictated some odd working shifts and she took full advantage of rubbing it in when I had to get up several hours before she did. Accepting my fate I stood up, stretched, and made the journey to the shower. ...