No, I didn't get to the gym this morning.
But here's my excuse. Ready?
A car alarm woke me up at 4:09 (yes, I looked at my clock). There is this car in my neighborhood whose alarm goes off ALL THE TIME. Big truck goes by: alarm. Bee flies by: alarm. It goes off pretty much every night. I've gotten good about sleeping through it, but last night there was an added perk. Along with the alarm, the horn was blaring. A constant, piercing bleat in the night.
It woke Jason and I up, and Tiny woke up and went running around the apartment crazily, virtually begging us to make it stop. I decided that if it went on for 15 minutes, I would call the cops. Someone beat me to it. About 13 minutes in, Jason looked out the window and saw a cop car sitting next to a parking lot across the street and shining its light on an SUV with two guys running around it in boxer shorts. At least it woke the owners up too.
I seriously wish someone would just steal that car already and put us all out of our misery.
Of course, then I was all riled up and couldn't get back to sleep for an hour. So I walked to work. It was a perfect crisp fall morning. Lovely.