Rush

One of the things about the dark season is that you don't get a lot of visual clues as to what time of day it is. I mean, I can look out my window right now and tell from the glow on the horizon that it is almost 10:30 in the morning, not 10:30 at night, but it is clear and I'm not looking at the curtains of my window. Through a closed window it's just dark, period (it is amazingly difficult not to add "in the dark period" to this sentence).

This morning I awoke to the dreaded blinking alarm clock.  The power had gone out sometime during the night.  Grabbing my watch I headed to the washroom to turn on a light without disturbing Leah.  Curses, it was 9:30. Travis was late, breakfast for the client was supposed to be at 9:00, and Leah should be up.

So it was an extremely compressed morning. I woke Travis, and then headed up to see if the client was still here.  He was and he had also slept in, now he was late. Start breakfast, get Travis' breakfast, wake Leah, make coffee, see that Travis is dressed and eating, bring Leah coffee, serve client breakfast (after forgetting to oil the fry pan and having to coax an omlette off the metal and still get it to look like an omlette), drive Travis to school, check on client and remove his plate, drive Leah to work.  All in the space of a half an hour.

I feel like a calf roper at a rodeo and want to throw my hands up in the air to stop the clock.