They call it the crack of dawn, but I don't understand the reasoning behind the appellation. I have an evenly blended gradient before my eyes. Nothing that resembles a crack. The thin streak of warm pink peeps out from the very edge of the horizon, brightening the dark blue of the night sky.
It announces the arrival of the sun, the coming of a new day… And with it comes the first action I have to take upon sunrise.
Calling Mr. Griffin will be a good place to start. I'll tell him I won't be showing up for work today. I think I'll have to call the hospital on Izzy's behalf too, to let them know she's not coming in.
No wait... Today is a Sunday... I don't have to contact Mr Griffin, but might still need to call the hospital. I don't know what Izzy's schedule looks like for this week.
