mixed-up

Re-set my watch before going to bed last time. 

My phone and cable box will automatically adjust for delight savings.

This morning I get up early, still bolstered by yesterday's stellar day.

Take a shower. 

Wash my hair. 

And leave the house by 8:30.

It's Marathon Sunday, but the race hasn't started. 

No traffic. 

Empty subways. 

I'm at work by 8:50.

I walk in. 

The store is quiet. 

Hardly anyone here. 

Odd.

I go up to the cafeteria and it's closed. 

It opens at nine. 

It's five after. 

Not a soul in sight.

Then I remember.

It's Sunday. Store opens at 11. Damn. I'm two hours early.

I go over to Starbucks and finish my good-enough book, Missing Justice by Alafair Burke.

I return to Saks. 

Open two registers and attend a meeting, and still have time left over.

I stroll over to the shoe department to look at the gorgeous Lanvin flats with a bow that my customer bought yesterday. 

Take off my (not-stylish-but-very-comfortable-Mephisto) booties and then notice they are similar... 

but not quite the same.

Should have slept in.