What am I doing up at 6 the 30 am

I think I had to go to the bathroom, now that I go over it in my mind. Yes, I think that woke me. Oh, yes! Now, I fully remember. I heard the clock – it did the 16 chime thing, but no hour bong thing. So I bounded to the clock – yes, bounded – hoping against hope that the bonger had not stopped at three or four – and fumbled with the key for several seconds, my fingers as sleepy as my eyes.

I stuck the key in all three holes and wound and when I started on the third one, the clock started to bong, even though I was still winding. SIX TIMES!!!!!

I know it is odd to say, but I think it was fortuitous I drank all that iced tea before bedtime. I was afraid I would have to do the darn coordinate the bonging and correct hour thing again. But luck was with me.

Oh, the adrenaline of it all has worn off . . . so I guess I’ll snuggle down for just a little while.