If the Train's on Time You Can Get to Work by Nine

I am chronically late to work. I find all kinds of things to do in the morning--feed the dog, make the sandwiches, put the wet wash in the dryer, water the plants, let the chickens out, unload the dishwasher, brush the kids' hair, pack the backpacks, yadda yadda yadda, the list goes on and on. All this results in my being very, very late to work.

This is how late I am to work: My colleague who lives 40 minutes away in Townsend broke both his front teeth tripping in the shower, dried himself off, got dressed, went to the dentist, got two caps AND a cup of coffee, drove all the way to work, and STILL made it in before me.