My mother is going in for surgery tomorrow at 9:15 AM (long time readers know this happens all the time, yes she'll be fine, no I'm sorry's please.)
She needs to be there at 7:15 to allow for prep time (read: wait an hour until we call your name, and then maybe we'll start prepping).
That means I need to be at their home in Brooklyn at 6:00 in order to pick her up and drive her to the hospital.
Which means I need to leave my apartment at 5:00 in order to get to Brooklyn.
And right after she goes in, I get to be on a 9:30 AM conference call at work.
And then I get to wait god knows how many hours until she is done.
Yeah, life tomorrow is going to be fantastic.