There's an Eight A.M., Too?

New year, new doctor's appointment.  Last month my oncologist took a look at a wonky brown spot on my scalp and decided I should have it checked by a dermatologist.  So they made an appointment for me, thus bypassing the six month waiting list.  Well, that part is nice, but the appointment is at 10am.  I don't usually go to bed until five or six, so you can see where this would be a problem. I called to see if I could change it but, no.  Apparently, when you bypass the waiting list, you take what they give you and act happy about it.  So I did.

Just wish I could stop yawning.

I had to set the alarm this morning, which means I had to remember how, and I guess I did it right, cause it scared the crap out of my puppy niece who is staying with us for a while.  She jumped up barking and got so agitated she fell off the bed.  She's not a morning person, either.

So here I am, procrastinating when I should be in the shower.  I figure, I probably shouldn't wear makeup to this party so that will save me at least five minutes.  I've been sitting here for twenty.   Yeah, I know.  Time to get going.