That was my morning. Up all night with the Santa Ana winds (which I think are really called Santana but somehow it got anglicized) blowing over the Santa Ana mountains of which I am a neighbor. So I wake up all in between, and I guess that counts as waking up in the wrong side of the bed.
I jump in the shower only to find there is no hot water! Agggh! At least it was warm outside, but for the moment, I was like a popsicle in my apartment. Grr.