Going for the gold

I've often joked that if sleeping were an Olympic sport, I would be a world champion. That was never truer than today.

I set my alarm to go off at 9. I think it went off and I think I shut it off. I vaguely remember looking at the clock and thinking about how much time I had. Then the phone rang. I startled, and once I rubbed my eyes, I realized that the clock said 12:25 and I'd missed the noon lunch I was looking forward to.

Does Emily Post have an appropriate apology for oversleeping?