Wake me in the morning – good luck!

What can you do? You can’t win because you’re not supposed to. The game is fixed; the odds favour the house. My new alarm clock has failed me.

The one I had before had a radio that didn’t work so I was forced to use the annoying beep function. It was like waking each day with a dentist’s drill going into my skull incrementally. Unpleasant to say the least.

This new clock allows me to wake to CDs – or so it says. Well, several days have dawned without the CD player waking up. So no alarm sounds. I’ve wakened to the panic of lateness.

It did work one morning though. And I discovered my plans for a kinder, gentler waking experience didn’t play out so well.

I put in the soundtrack to the movie The Terminal. It always struck me the opening track, Tale of Victor Navorski, had a morning quality to it. (Don’t ask why.) The entire soundtrack has a nice, oddball feel to it.

Anyway … it went off. A kinder, gentler waking. It was so pleasant I immediately went back to sleep.

The point of this whole indulgent aside posing as a post is that the entire week was screwed up by me waking up way too late and running around like a lunatic because of it.

There’s got to be a better way of getting up in the morning. Something that doesn’t involve trauma.

(By the way ... have you noticed that when you write quickly you tend to use lots of cliches like "kinder, gentler"? Well, I do. And I've noticed.)