TWO MINUTES?

I woke up two minutes before my alarms (yes, plural...I use two alarms because I'm a paranoid freak about waking up) were scheduled to go off this morning. I hate it when that happens. I like cracking my eyelids, rolling over and coming to the blurry realization that I still have some time to sleep. It's wonderful when there's about another hour. Two minutes? That stinks.

I do play time games with my clocks, they're set 20 minutes fast. I do this because I don't want to face the fact I wake up at 1:45, so my alarm is set for 2:04 and my clock is set ahead.

You wake up at 1:45 for 15 or 20 years before rushing to judgment on whether I'm sane or not.

I can't play the snooze button shuffle, I don't want to be repeatedly "alarmed" plus it would be annoying for Amy, but I can finesse myself back into oblivion with the knowledge that I have ten more minutes of slumber if I happen to wake up in advance of the alarms.

I can even fudge five.

Two minutes...120 lousy seconds? Might as well get up.
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Florida will execute Paul Hill tonight. The former minister murdered two men, one an abortion doctor. Hill is unrepentant. This is the quote from him which we aired over and over this morning, "I expect a great reward in heaven. I am looking forward to glory. I don't feel remorse."

I'm against abortion. I'm pro-life. I waver on the death penalty, but I'm opposed to murder. I also dislike giving murderers air time, no matter how well spoken they may be, but today I made the decision to put Hill's comments on the air.

He got more far more minutes of attention than he deserved.

And I do feel remorse...