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I woke up before the alarm went off - Miss Bea had jumped onto the bed and was demanding snuggles. She settled into the crook of my arm, belly up. It was a really nice way to transition into the day.

Until I looked at the clock and realized it was half an hour past the alarm time.

I made a tactical gamble: I cut my morning routine a bit short, but didn't rush through panickedly. I left the house only about ten minutes late and went directly to the unreliable backup bus stop. It did arrive around the regular time, and with BART I got into the office right around the point I normally would.

There might be a lesson here. I am going with "not panicking and starting the day with a cat snuggle produced a positive result. This time."