5:45am--Husband, already in uniform, stands over me and my morning breath in bed, "Time to get up. You need the car today, don't you?" I moan in agreement and roll over.
5:47am--Aforementioned Uniformed Husband turns on the bedside light and pulls off the covers.
5:48am--While Husband is searching for matching socks in the ever growing "Divorced Sock" bag, I wiggle under the covers now sitting at the foot of the bed, mumbling promises of being bright and chipper in five minutes.
5:53am--Am not bright and chipper, although I am warm. Husband puts my favorite slippers on my feet in an attempt to increase brightness and chipperness. It's mildly successful.
6:02am--Stand next to the front door in my pajamas and slippers impulsively putting on more and more layers of clothing as Husband brushes his teeth. By the time he's finished, I look like the younger brother in "A Christmas Story", although I can put my arms down with some effort.
6:05am--Jam my key into the car's passenger door lock because Husband can't enter the driver's side due to a frozen lock.
6:09am--Sit shivering as Husband drives to the police station.
6:15am--Stall twice on the drive home. Still shivering.
6:30am--Climb back into bed which is, mercifully, still warm. Check blogs. Fall asleep for another half an hour.
7:00am--Hit snooze way too many times. Still cold.
7:40am--Get up. Make blueberry coffee. Light the Christmas tree. Smile.