It's the kind of morning where I need to take a deep breath.

We had a pretty good weekend. We didn't go anywhere special; not even down to visit my parents. We ran errands and took Penny to the park and generally lounged around the house.

I haven't been sleeping well for the past few nights -- I'm having another surge of vivid dreams and I have yet to even remotely be able to figure out what the message is, and in the meantime I'm running around a hotel trying to avoid the FBI-style men in black and looking for the entrance to the Labyrinth on the 3rd floor.

Right.

So Sunday morning, which was Matt's turn to get up with Penny and let me sleep in, I slept in.

Right up until 9, which is the time that Matt and I agreed it would be okay to let Penny come into the bedroom to wake the sleeping parent. This was the first time that either of us has ever actually slept that late, though. Usually, we're up no later than 8:30.

Somehow, 8:30 sounds perfectly reasonable, and 9 sounds decadently late. Weird.

So I guess that's a first. I still spent all day yawning and wanting to crawl back under the covers.

Anyway, today.

Today, I'm taking a class at work. Via conference call and NetMeeting, so at least I don't have to travel, but it's a long class. Pretty much all day -- from 9:30 to 4:30. The lunch break is only half an hour, even.

The good news is that I think it's a class that will actually help me do my job better.

But that means I have to actually. Y'know. Pay attention. And participate in the exercises and stuff.

So I probably won't be online for most of the day, and I need to wake up enough to be able to actually think.

So, yeah. Deep breath. I've got about an hour and a half to have breakfast and wake up and say hi to the early birds online.

But the silver lining is that I won't have to go to the stupid manager's meeting today. Does it say something about the manager's meeting that I'd rather go to a 7-hour class than the 1 1/2-hour manager's meeting? Yes, I think it does.

Let's get it on.

--Liz