- an Hour of My Life

Just debating if is should be an hour off or of my life...
Well so this morning I got up just before six, yes, very weird. I stayed in bed, very nice, and finished a book about a alcoholic woman that sniffed glue in her younger years. After that I got out and roamed around, decided to go to work early, take an earlier bus. So I left the house at 7.45 and it was 8.45 before I got to work. During that hour I had taken 2849 steps according to my pedometer, started reading a book about a man who had a nervous breakdown and wakes up in a mental institute, had a discussion with a very nice young girl with nice red hair (it glowed/sparkled in the sun :-)) about late busses and strictness in Healing school as a opposed to Immingham school. Apparently you must wear shoes at Healing school, which I didn't find very peculiar until she added and not trainers. Then the penny dropped.
So now I am at work and I have taken 3023 steps.