gm.  this is the earliest oob since i quit my job.  laid in bed listening to the 80's; journey, styx, queen (winamp auto-starts at 8:30am), then crawled out, started coffee, folded futon, and judi called.  "change of plans, stay in bed," she said. 

"rrrrph, ihg nooo ate," said i. 

"WHAT?" 

then i started up the tractor which i have been keeping in the back of my throat for the past couple weeks, and dredged a path of intelligibility through the night's accumulation.  then i said, again, "well, dear, that's nice, but it's too late now.  i am up and about." 

also, the second time, i moved my lips.