6:33 A.M. I hear my alarm go off. I panic. Gotta get up and get ready. Especially if I'm going to wrap my saree. This weekend I found a really neat one at the Indian store, for only $7. It has bright pink, blue, green and orange in it. And I was really hoping to wear it to the office today.

6:51 A.M. I look at the clock. Auughh! Only a few more minutes before I can leave the apartment and, at least theoretically, not be late since I live less than a mile away.

6:56 A.M. I am out the door. And, somehow, amazingly, manage to make it to the office in less than three minutes. Wow ... I should even be a little EARLY to morning prayer today [uncharacteristic for me], and I had time to wrap my saree, too!

6:58 A.M. I pull into the parking lot. No cars. Zero. Okay, I think to myself, This is weird. This IS Monday. And as far as I know we were still having prayer today. Then I look down at the clock in my car. 6:59. OH. Then it hits me. Prayer starts at 8:00, not 7:00. And I know that, but somehow in my groggy state [I don't do mornings] I must have not made the connection that 6:33 A.M. meant I could still press my snooze button.

A few minutes after 7:00, I find myself heading down to Burger King. I virtually *never* eat breakfast out, but somehow today it sounds like a good idea. I'm ready early, and most of all, I'm hungry. So I order some food to go, and then come back to my apartment complex, meet my new neighbor who seems to be a Christian, and then head up to my apartment to eat.

Two things I've learned from this experience:
1) Burger King hash browns are actually quite tasty.
2) It won't hurt me to start getting up when my alarm first goes off ... and it is actually possible. ;-)