“Hell” in this case being Reno, Nevada.
It sounds like more fun that it is, especially when you have a fever, six pounds of snot residing in your head, $600 worth of trees back home that need to be planted, and you’re traveling for work.
The extra-fun thing about traveling sick (other than the fact that with airplanes and time changes it is impossible to get well) is that when you work a 12 hour day and then have 5 hours until you need to get up for your early morning flight…. sometimes, despite setting two alarms, your body will refuse to get up.
I’m telling you, it staged a full on revolt. Which is why, instead of being half-way home, I am still sitting in an airport in Reno. Awesome.
So. There is good news and bad news in my life right now.
The good news is:
- We bought $600 worth of shrubs and trees to start making our mark on the memorial property.
- The great roof fiasco, which I haven’t had time to even tell you about, is nearly resolved.
- Reno fiasco’s notwithstanding, I love my job.
- MY BADASS-HATCHET-WEILDING-MOTHER BOUGHT A CONDO! (This deserves extra exclamation points) !!!!!!! This is the first home my mom has purchased for herself, by herself, and I am very proud of her. And I’m extra proud that it’s a little bit of a fixer-upper!
The bad news is:
- I have a bloody nose. Probably from trying to figure out how I am going to take care of the obligations that stem from all of the wonderful things in my life above. Or the six pounds of snot that has taken up residence in my brain.
- There are only 24 hours in a day.
- MysteryMan is now also sick.
- My ass is still not on a flight back home yet, where I need to be in order to start taking care of all of the obligations that stem from all of the wonderful things in my life above.
- The man sitting across from me cannot tear his eyes away from the tissue shoved up my left nostril… as if I really look like someone who needs to be messed with at this point.
- Airports are purgatory.
This is the portion of our programming where I repeat my own personal mantra to myself over and over again.
Suck it up, and get it done.
Suck it up, and get it done.
Suck it up, and get it done.
It really is going to be a fun and extremely-effing-busy couple of weeks.
