Where do the hours in the day go? When I start to analyze the day, no wonder I have no time for anything. Here’s how my Monday this week went:
3:00am: Wide awake thinking about everything – mostly the trip home to O-town
6:30am: Officially get up, shower, pack, enjoy cup of coffee with Mike
7:30am: Leave Mike’s place heading to airport in Baltimore. See actual change of color of leaves along the parkway – brilliant oranges, reds, and yellows.
8:30am: Arrive at BWI Airport. Say good-bye to Mike for a few weeks
8:40am: Check to see if first-class upgrade is available – it’s not. This airport also doesn’t have CLEAR which means standing in the long security line with everyone else.
9:00am: Look for breakfast that is somewhat healthy. Only find $8 eggs/toast. Leave the hash
rowns and bacon on the plate as an attempt at starting the new diet.
9:30am: Still 35 minutes to go until we board the plane. Call Mike. Call Mom. Check voice-mail. Then sit-back and people watch until they call my zone to board.
10:10am: Zone 5 boards. I have the coveted window seat. A HUGE man sits in front of me. When I say huge I mean tall and wide. His seat looks like its going to explode back into my seat. Squished next to me is an older woman from Boston (you can hear her thick bah-stun accent) who I can tell is going to be a chatty-cathy. I do my best to ignore her and read my magazine. I just didn’t feel like being social. My 3am wake-up time grouchiness was kicking in.
10:30am: Plane leaves gate on time. Take-off is why I must have a window seat. As soon as the wheels left the ground, we did a steep embankment turning 180-degrees in the opposite direction, all while still climbing. Flying makes me so nervous anyway and moves like this from the pilot don’t help my fears. At least sitting by the window I could keep tally on what was going on.
1:15pm: Land at OIA – almost 45 minutes late. Where’d we lose all that time?
2:20pm: As I drive into my subdivision my phone rings, it’s a call from a co-worker basically saying “Houston – we have a problem.” I’m told about a glitch with some emails being sent out, with some people receiving something they shouldn’t have. We problem solve to correct this. Welcome home.
2:25pm: I’m greeted by an ecstatic German Shepherd.
3:00pm: Mikita and I load into the car to go pick-up Jefferson who was a guest at my mom’s house for the weekend.
3:30pm: Hang out with mom for a brief time. She’s looking older and older every time I see her. She is recouping fine from the cataract surgery.
4:30pm: The whole gang arrives back at my house. I have the back-door open to let the fresh air in and the dogs to go play in the yard. Then spend the next 45 minutes trying to figure out why my computer won’t connect to the Internet.
5:15pm: The pool man stops by unannounced and Mikita thinks someone is breaking into the house. I run out to stop her from her guard duties and put her inside where she proceeds to bark and jump at the window, lunging right into my wine rack where she breaks a wine glass and cracks a bottle of pinot grigios.
5:50pm: Feed the dogs. I’m still diet conscious so I fix myself a tasty dinner of cottage cheese and peas – the dinner of champions. I ruin the calorie count by having a glass of wine.
6:00pm: Catch up with the local news. Think about doing a load of laundry but never get to it.
6:30pm – 9:30pm: The rest of the night is a blur. I caught up on my TV shows I DVR’d: Survivor, Chelsea Lately, AMTM and last night’s Gossip Girl. I never did my laundry, but I did unpack. I never went to the grocery store, I’ll have to do that maybe tonight.
9:45pm: Lay my head down and go to sleep.
To paraphrase Scarlett O’Hara – Tomorrow’s another day.
