Last day of the workweek

I almost overslept this morning.
The rain was washing the roof so thoroughly that the sounds was pleasant and sleep evoking.

Because I also have the radio as alarm and I heard the news from afar, I got some kind of reality check in my dreams and suudenly sat straight up in my bed.

When the streets would have been slippery I would have been too late, but now I was in just one minute before the start of the day.

I have problems leading such an overorganised life.
But I have to get used to it.

Right now the streets are plain ice and it's snowing a bit.
I'll do the groceries tomorrow a bit later than usual.
That means a bit of extra sleep. Won't hurt.