The alarm rings at 3am. I hit the snooze, once, and again. Just a little more time. Where did I put it?
Then it's off to work. Book work to be done. Prep work to do. A delivery needs to be put away. Need to stock the condiment tubs. Have pots and such to push through the dishwasher. In between breakfast orders, that is. Where did the time go? I had it a minute ago.
I need to start the lunch specials. And write checks for the vendors. Oh, and it's payday, need to run the payroll. Call in the tax payments, and check the temperature on the cooler, it has been misbehaving. I don't have enough time for this, I lost some minutes somewhere.
Oh no, already 1pm. A few errands to run. Make the bank deposit. Get gas for the car before the price sky rockets. Go to the grocery store, working around food all day makes me forget there isn't any at home. And don't forget to drop the payment for the bakery in the mail. Running short on time, I misplaced it again.
Home at last! Put the groceries away. Is it really 3:00 already? Sort the laundry for the husband, he does the laundry, bless him. Now check emails and twitter and Facebook and the status of numerous games. And the dog wants to go out. Give me some time, I can't find mine.
The cats are whining. It must be 5:00, they get their canned food now. And they know it. Need more coffee anyway. Not really, but it sounds awesome. Then maybe I will find time to relax. Under the chair cushion, maybe.
Writing prompts are waiting. It's 6:15, better get on that. Better figure out what to write about. I've lost time again.
Wow, this is awful. Maybe I could put together a real story, if I could just find where I put the time.
(And I still need to find time to read the half dozen books waiting on my Kindle app.)