I often awaken before the alarm goes off. The alarm clock I have is the type that doesn't shed any light unless you press down on the Snooze button.
One morning, several weeks ago, I grabbed the alarm, pressed down and saw that it was 7:30.
I got up, started the coffee machine, let Holly (our dog) out, fed her and filled her water bowl. Then, I checked my email, as well as that day's Rheumful of Tips post.
"Hmmm, that's funny," I mused in my semi-somnolent state, as I peered at the computer with bleary eyes. "I wonder why today's post isn't showing up?"
Then, I looked at the time on the computer. 1:40 a.m. "Don't tell me that the time is broken, too!" I thought to myself.
Off I went to check the kitchen clock. Well, suffice to say that it was no surprise that Holly had gone back to bed. Which is exactly where I went, once I realized what I had done.
In my half-asleep state, I thought that I had obscured part of the seven when I checked the time. Since I had lots to do that day, I didn't want to risk getting a late start, so I popped up out of bed - at 1:30 in the morning!
Apart from the fact that it happened in March, it could almost qualify as an April Fool's Day joke!
Did you know that stress can break your funny bone? It's a good sign that I am able to laugh at the goofy things I sometimes end up doing. That wasn't always the case. When you live with a chronic, debilitating illness, there are days, and sometimes weeks, when nary a smile crosses your face. Laughter? Lighten-up? Harrumph!
Laughter is good for you. Not only do you breathe deeper, but you usually feel good when you laugh. It's through feelings that you transform your stress.
How about you? Do you care to share any of your gaffes? C'mon, you know you want to!