#2 Starter U/S

  I can sense it coming. I am overtired and desperately need some deep - a slap in the face probably couldn't wake me up - kind of sleep. Guess I was just trying too hard. My left eye is cracked open, unlike my right eye which is squished closed under the weight of my exhausted head, and is trying to identify my whereabouts. Then anxiety creeps in - what day is it? Where am I supposed to be? Am I late? Why is it so dark?
Oh yes, it's 3:30am. Actually its 3:28, and my subconscious internal clock has alerted me to the fact my cell phone that doubles as my daily alarm will ring in two minutes. If I would like to preserve to some degree the peaceful state the beautifully curved body next to me is experiencing, I had better turn it off before it anounces the morning I wish I could sleep through.
Shower. Shave.
License, wallet, spectacles and (rhymes with spectacles) - and out the door I go. Pick up my $1.70 habit and straight to the office. I'm in luck, the VIP computer (that is - the one in the far dark corner) is free. Click. Click. Click. Print. Sign and photocopy. March out to the beast through the icy december wind. My flashlight betrays no obvious mechanical problems. Cargo is already loaded. Let's get rollin'!
Chocks pulled. Door closed. Power on. Lights on. Swing my hand in a circle and stop with two gloved fingers pointed up: the guy with the glowing orange wands seems to understand my non verbal language - starting number two...
Uhhh, cough ahem. Starting number two...
OK, quick re-check of all necessary start items. Good to go.
Hand swirl with the fingers aaaand starting number twoooo....

Lights off. Power off. Door open. Chocks in.

Maybe my side of the bed is still warm.