O'dark thirty I wake up to Adam telling me the alarm's going to go off in minutes. I usually wake up before it hits, due to our sweet little alarm/light/waker-upper-jobber but not today. Snoozefest, interupted. Lots of bitching ensues: grumble, pout, moan, it's cold, it's dark, wah, wah, wah *footstomp*. Regardless, I got dressed in my cold swimsuit and back in my sweats and headed out in the pre-dawn darkness to the pool.