So here it is. The 2nd day in a row I show up to work an hour early.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. And since Father Time is surprisingly elusive, I'm just going to have to get the shame on for the both of us. 

Apparently, everyone in the world has a working phone that sets ITSELF back an hour. My phone/alarm clock is one of the few exceptions. And also, apparently my BRAIN doesnt mind being perennially stuck a tick or two behind.

My reset button this morning will hopefully get my tickers back into place as I sit here, cursing unconsumed sleep, drinking the year's first frothed eggnog latte.