My Opinion of alarm clocks…and other parts of my day

Today has been one of those days that I look back on and wonder what happened, how I made it through, and why it isn’t over yet. It’s only 3:30 in the afternoon and I’m sitting here staring at my soar hands, feeling my ear throb, and too tired to use all of the free time I have this afternoon. Today started like any normal day. Maybe a little slower because of the Benadryl in my system, but the worship song was as loud as ever. (Por la manana, o senor.) I am sure it is a great song. It’s in the Spanish hymnal if you feel so obliged -- #38. But like any alarm clock, the sound is not appreciated early in the morning. And beyond the beep of any classic alarm clock, I manage to spend most of my life with my alarm clock stuck in my head. I am sure I will miss the daily routine when I am gone, but for now I would love a clock with an off button and a sound that doesn’t camp in a corner of my brain all day. My day continued pretty normal: umbrellas, chalk dust patterns, ...