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This morning I woke from a rather bizarre dream to the blaring of the alarm music. I looked at the clock to check the time. 5AM? That couldn't be right. I got up and went into the bathroom to check the clock. Yep, it was right. I was instantly transported into the world of the White Rabbit. I was late, and I was panicked. I walked back into the bedroom to shut off the alarm. My husband was half sitting up.

"The clock is right," I said.

"Did you do that?" he asks me.

What? What the heck does that mean? I finally figured out that he thought I meant that the clock was actually right. This clock is half an hour or so ahead and has been for ages. What I meant by right was not what his brain meant by right. I grumped off into the bathroom to call work to tell them I'll be late and take a speed shower. Waking up when I was supposed to be leaving is going to throw off my whole day. At least I didn't use it as an excuse to call in sick.