Failures

There's a certain poetry in pushing the stop button after pushing 'snooze' half a dozen times.
As diligent as snooze may be, clucking to life very few minutes, there's something rather exhilarating about killing it, of course the rewards are hardly as enriching.
True to form I was awake around 6:00am what with breakfast and lunch and a bit of cleaning, I found myself unfurling the duvet precisely an hour later after which I embedded myself like a wee widget under its covers and refused to be woken up by Siri whom I'd specifically asked to wake me after 45 minutes or so.
Taking a cue from the cat who slept in a fat curl of fur beside me I slumbered unrepentantly and woke much after 10:00am. Now this is indeed embarrassing.
What is wrong with me? Where are my senses? Why have I been waking up oh so late. I mean this is grotesquely late and in fact some people have their naps by this time and here I am rubbing at my eyes, waking up for the second time and that too so bloody late.
I've found a way around this and that is by not sleeping at all, in the morning that is.
I was resolved to work out but that's not happening considering I'm so late and my chores are pending.
Also, I've to be out and about and work out just won't fit in today's schedule. Gah, I should've been done by everything by now, yet here I am, sipping lemon water and contemplating life, too late in the day I say.
Hmph!