I'm on a 2 day business trip to Broomfield, CO, which is in between Denver and Boulder. I woke up this morning and saw this outside my hotel window:
Brings back memories of that April Easter when we lived in Evergreen and had over a foot of snow.
Of course, I haven't driven in snow in over 6 years. Gonna be a fun drive over to the client.
Dear City of San Francisco,
I'm sorry about all of the rain today. For you see, it's my fault that it's raining today. Because last night, well, last night I got my car washed.
Next time I'll just let the bird poop build up.
I'm a little more than one third done. The quilted wireframe is finished. The cross-stitched blueprint pillow is finished. All that is left is this knitted piece. Oh, and to make the poster itself.
Poster presentation is Sat night.
Dear readers, if you have been around me for any length of time, you know that I don't sleep. Actually, that's not quite true. I lie in bed, with my eyes closed and my brainwaves slow and I often dream. But that rested, restored and ready to take on the world feeling that most people have when they wake up in the morning? Yeah, I haven't had that in years. And I'm not using hyperbole here. It's literally been years since I've slept well on a regular basis. I've had the odd night here and there where I think I slept okay. But it's never more than one night in a row.
The past three months have been total and complete hell when it comes to the whole sleep thing. In an attempt to improve the quality of my sleep my meds were adjusted and that adjustment had the complete and total opposite effect. I feel like I did two years ago, before I went for my first sleep study.
Yesterday was a breaking point. I reached the point where I couldn't take it more and I just started to cry from the exhaustion. It wasn't tears of depression. It wasn't because of some emotional trauma. It was that there was nothing left and I was so tired all I could do was cry. I had to leave work early because of it. Things haven't been that bad in a long time.
Today is better. I've been hovering around the 8.5-9 point mark of a 10 point-scale of tireness (10 being so tired you are dead) for the past week or so. I talked with my doctor last night, we made some adjustments, and my head was much clearer this morning. I think I'm down to a 7.5-8 on the scale now. I really don't know what anything below a 5 feels like, it's been so long. But there is a plan now — back to the sleep specialists and neurologists to try to get to the bottom of this.
*sigh* I wish I could go take a nap.
7:00 PM - Remembered that E had games night and wasn't going to be home until late. Wandered around Second Life for too long.
9:00 PM - Took myself upstairs to bed. Through the magic of Tivo was able to watch all of Law & Order: SVU and turn off the TV before falling asleep.
12:30 AM - Wake up and realize that E still isn't home. Assume that the trains are running late.
3:00 AM - Wake up again and E is still not home. Tell self that he probably missed the train and is spending the night in Palo Alto.
3:10 AM - Realize that he was riding his bike and could have had an accident on the way to the train.
3:12 AM - Remember that the phone in the bedroom doesn't work and can't hear if the phone rings downstairs. And cell phone is downstairs.
3:15 AM - Wonder if the hospital would call here or not. Wishes that we had made emergency contact cards for our wallets like we talked about.
3:18 AM - Tells self that he just missed the train and is fine.
3:22 AM - Wonders how many hospitals there are between here and Palo Alto. Would he have gotten hit on the way too the train or from the train?
3:30 AM - Can't take it anymore. Gives into paranoia and goes downstairs, using a trip to the bathroom as an excuse. Checks answering machine. Nothing. Checks cell phone - text message. "M's clock is slow. Missed train. Sleeping here. Sucky."
3:31 AM - HUGE sigh of relief.
4:00 AM - Start composing this blog post in head.
Got a great day planned. Massages with my Mom. Fancy dinner with the parents, E, K and B. Should be lots of fun.