This morning my phone rang at 10:00 a.m. I was asleep at the time, but that's not the point. The point is that I had an important teleconference at 11 and, by accident, I was awakened an hour before. I usually use an hour before a teleconference to get ready: think about who I'm talking to, what I hope to hear, what I hope to get across. This morning, my hour was spent making and eating breakfast, washing and getting dressed, email checking to make sure I had no urgent mail. I did. Then I tried my voice out once or twice, spent 10 minutes panicking about why I might have slept 14 hours last night and 5 minutes getting ready for the call.
The call wasn't hard, but I'm still feeling like I slept in a box of mud, got up, and forgot how to walk. Damn, I hate getting old.