Another day another dollar

I have adopted a routine, i wake up every morning at 6 o'clock and look at the the wall clock in my bedroom, a curious task due to the fact that my alarm sounds at 6 so i already no what time it is. After inspecion of the clock i roll over and fall briskly back to sleep. Upon hearing my second alarm, i once again look at the clock as if to verify that my alarm isnt playing tricks on me. I then lie on my back and stare at the ceiling trying to decide what to wear to work . After getting a mental picture of what my uniform is going to be for the day i then summon the energy to hoist myself out of my bed and go get ready for the day to come. I collect my clothes from the wardrobe and go take a bath, then i press, dress and proceed out the door; howver nott before telling Sheba she is the love of my life and i no she'll never hurt me( She is my 7 month old dog). I get into my car which i have justly labeled "The Cow" and drive off into the sunrise eagerly looking forward to the day ahead. Well maybe not exactly like that its more like i drag myself into my car and drive at a snails pace until i reach work and have to look for a parking space because my usual space is taken....then i reluctantly climb each stair to the spa. At the door to the spa i plaster a smile on my face and allow every one at work to think im blissfullly happy to be there.

My day usually picks up after ive had my scond apple pocket and maybe a coffee however in the dreadful event that there is no apple pockets for me to devour i have a rotten day until i can go home for lunch. Ahhhh lunch, wonderful joyous lunch and i am Not being sarcastic.. i look forward to it as much as an expectant mother looks forward to seeing the first smile on her baby's face after a long and arduous delivery. I eagerly chip my way down the same steps that i had previously dragged myself up and walk all the way to the car as if im walking to salvation. Upon reaching home i open the gate and go directly into my mothers new apartment at the back of the house. She has begun a new project which is to transform her new house into a home and i must say she is very succesful at it. Each lnch time i no istinctively that i will find her there....either painting or buildin sumthing or chasing our beloved sheba ou of the room(poor sheba... she really cant help i if she finds paint delicious). I always go and take a seat in the corner of the room and watch her as she works or take pictures of her workign and i find its very calmin....moher and daughter in harmony without even having to say a word. And atthat very moment; in that room with my mom, i no that i am happy, truly happy with not a care in the world and a bright future on my horizon.

After about a half hour of sitign with my mom i usually get up and scramble to get sumthing to eat(all the while with Sheba nibbling at my heel in protest to the lack of attenion) before hurrying back to wok so i dont go over m appointed hour. I usually come back to work in a good mood then i finish up the treatments i have left, clean up and go home at 7. Another day another dollar has never felt so true.

At home i watch television, comb my hair and sleep unil tomorrow comes and this wonderful play begins al over again.