Not always a tuff lil bunny-rat
dearest,
No, I'm not dead yet. Isn't that amazing? Today I have off of work, thank goodness, am curled up on my bed with Floyd asleep on the floor nearby. This past weekend I went on a trip that was a bit overwhelming. First, Friday I drove from Evansville up to Peoria. Six hours alone in my car, it was a rather dangerous thing. I listened to NPR's Selected Shorts Podcast the whole way up, one of them made me cry . . . a lot. It was kinda scary. Now, I hadn't just decided to go to Peoria for the hell of it, I was going because of Jubliee. I would have skipped it this year, but the Hawaiian Vikings were doing a memorial Wake for one of our Vikings who died last October. I was very proud of myself, I didn't break down crying.
Still, the trip there I was dreading, the wake, I dreaded and the trip back I REALLY dreaded. Saturday was the new moon, I was being "female" and Saturday morning I got really sick, I think I got the stomach flu. It was not so fun. Still I was THERE. That's what matters, right? I was able to sit around drinking a Blizzard and thinking about a fallen friend. It was important to me. I never would have forgiven myself if I hadn't gone. Plus, I had the joy of seeing a couple of my friends from Chi-town who I don't get to see often at all.
Then there was the trip back. I had to be at work at 12. It was a six hour drive back. I ended up leaving at 5am, getting back in enough time to get a shower and still make it to work. By the end of the night I was kinda dazed. Ok, more than kinda. I survived, but it was rough. Thankfully Glenda is amazing and wonderful and brough dinner to my apartment so I didn't die. I'm not sure I would have been able to feed myself if she hadn't.
While I was gone Glenda very very kindly watched Floyd. He was good the first night, but the second he was a little brat. I love my kitten, but he is so spoiled and he threw such a fit because I wasn't home. When I got back last night and was playing with him he of course attacked me and now I have a lovely lil gash on my arm where he bit me. Weeee. Oh well, twas to be expected.
There are other things I could say, but I think I'm finished. I still don't feel completly well from being ill on Saturday so I'm going to go lie down some more.
Yours in Letters
No, I'm not dead yet. Isn't that amazing? Today I have off of work, thank goodness, am curled up on my bed with Floyd asleep on the floor nearby. This past weekend I went on a trip that was a bit overwhelming. First, Friday I drove from Evansville up to Peoria. Six hours alone in my car, it was a rather dangerous thing. I listened to NPR's Selected Shorts Podcast the whole way up, one of them made me cry . . . a lot. It was kinda scary. Now, I hadn't just decided to go to Peoria for the hell of it, I was going because of Jubliee. I would have skipped it this year, but the Hawaiian Vikings were doing a memorial Wake for one of our Vikings who died last October. I was very proud of myself, I didn't break down crying.
Still, the trip there I was dreading, the wake, I dreaded and the trip back I REALLY dreaded. Saturday was the new moon, I was being "female" and Saturday morning I got really sick, I think I got the stomach flu. It was not so fun. Still I was THERE. That's what matters, right? I was able to sit around drinking a Blizzard and thinking about a fallen friend. It was important to me. I never would have forgiven myself if I hadn't gone. Plus, I had the joy of seeing a couple of my friends from Chi-town who I don't get to see often at all.
Then there was the trip back. I had to be at work at 12. It was a six hour drive back. I ended up leaving at 5am, getting back in enough time to get a shower and still make it to work. By the end of the night I was kinda dazed. Ok, more than kinda. I survived, but it was rough. Thankfully Glenda is amazing and wonderful and brough dinner to my apartment so I didn't die. I'm not sure I would have been able to feed myself if she hadn't.
While I was gone Glenda very very kindly watched Floyd. He was good the first night, but the second he was a little brat. I love my kitten, but he is so spoiled and he threw such a fit because I wasn't home. When I got back last night and was playing with him he of course attacked me and now I have a lovely lil gash on my arm where he bit me. Weeee. Oh well, twas to be expected.
There are other things I could say, but I think I'm finished. I still don't feel completly well from being ill on Saturday so I'm going to go lie down some more.
Yours in Letters