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The wrong side of the bed

This morning, as usual, I opened my eyes around the time I should be getting up, closed them again and reasoned five minutes more wouldn’t hurt. Curling around my pillows and slothfully wrapping my sheets around me I fell asleep again. Half asleep and happy, I rolled over to my left side to make my back more comfortable. Due to some sort of deficiency from dehydration the usual brain functions that gauge where you are while you sleep didn’t work, as I rolled the bed wasn’t there all of a sudden and I rolled onto nothing, I paused mid-air for a minute to make a “oh shit” face to the camera, then hit the floor still clutching my pillow.

It’s been a good metaphor for work today.

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