I'm just your average, everyday, divorced 38 year old girl -- overweight, tragically unhip,
and trying to make a life for myself. I live with two furry beasts, Dave and Abby, whose
feline mission in life is to choke me with their fur. Nothing special.
No alcohol + work finished (and email up-to-date) = a much nicer morning
Wednesday morning. With only half a glass of wine ingested last night plus lots of water and a two mile walk around downtown Salt Lake City (the Cathedral of the Madeleine was just too spectacular not to go 0.5 miles out of our way to get a closer look), I feel much better this morning. And I'd finished checking my email and called my boss to check in, too, which lifted a weight from my shoulders.
It's amazing how much more relaxed and happy a morning can be when you get a proper night's sleep!
Too much alcohol and a morning full of writing mini-reviews
Tuesday afternoon. I drank a lot of alcohol last night (seven whiskey sours, from my hazy recollectoin). I did not get a buzz but I did have a headache this morning. I shall not do that again on this trip. Worse than the fact that I drank too much without any noticeable benefit is that I should have been back in my room finishing my mini-reviews for each of my team members. Do you know what's worse than waking up with a headache after drinking too much? Waking up with a headache after drinking too much and realizing that you've forgotten to do something critical and now must wake up and fly through it. Seriously, the procrastination must stop. I could have done this task last week but just kept putting it off. I put it off primarily because I thought it would be grueling but, as usual, once I started and got through the first, it really wasn't a bad task. It took me about 45 minutes per review and I have nine at the mo, so less than seven hours total. When I think of how many hours of stress and worry I put into dreading the task, I get really annoyed.
Also, I think I was really rude to TCB last night. I didn't call because I was out at a bar drinking too much and then, at 10:30pm his time, I returned a call from him and talked loudly about nothing in particular while yawning. Hello? Can you say "rude much"??? Why that boy stays with me is a total mystery.
Some things complete, some still To Do (and my blog still looks awful!)
Monday morning. Well, I made it through the training on Saturday, the day with the kids at the beach celebrating Alcott's birthday, doing enough laundry to get by while I'm here in Salt Lake City, and procuring the services of my beloved cat sitter, Jane. Whew.
You know, it would be great to get back on the fitness/health track while I'm here. I brought the workout clothes and shoes and there's a gym on-site, so there's really no reason NOT to. I've got continental breakfast each day provided with my conference, plus lunch tomorrow afternoon, so those will be "good" meals. (I don't binge publicly.) I'm planning for Subway lunches today and Wednesday (both to save money and for the health value), so that's good. Truly, the biggest worry will be dinners today, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Wednesday, in particular, will be problematic because my good buddy, Tony, will be home and I'll be here by myself. Well, in any case, we shall see.
By the way, it's very pretty here in Salt Lake City, but hot. Just for the record, I strongly dislike hot.
