Yeah, I can identify. About a month ago I was overnighting at GFK (Grand Forks, ND) and catching an 805a flight out of town. I planned a leisurely, under-control morning: wake at 545a, dress and pack, hotel breakfast at 630a, out the door at 700a, and it's a quick ten-minute drive to the airport.

I woke early, at what my watch said was 530a, so opened my laptop and read the papers and FT. No worries. I lie in bed a little past 600a. Finally at 610a or so I figure I have to get rolling... and it's then that I notice the time readout in the bottom-right-hand corner of my PC screen says 725a. Funny, how'd that get screwed up?...

But then I see the hotel alarm clock, which I always ignore, says 725a also. My watch had stopped at some point during the night, then gotten going again (low battery as it turned out). I am lying there in bed and my flight starts boarding in ten minutes, eight miles away.

I was out the door -- bedhead, no razor, untied shoes, and all -- in three minutes flat. Piled into my Avis car, no time to refuel, hit a series of red lights --rush hour in Grand Forks -- and get the car back to the airport at 740a. Up the steps to the two-gate departure lounge, I am the last man through TSA for my flight but the TSOs are friendly for once and help me through. I make the fifteen-minute window... just... and shave and brush my teeth in an airport bathroom at the next stop.

Hate when I do that.