This morning I felt like
sanity was slipping away.
I dreamed last night that
Alesia and I lived in a high rise apartment building with a bunch of other
people I didn't know, and we couldn't find our apartment so we could get to
bed. We were both punchy from lack of sleep. I woke up disoriented.
I forgot to wear earrings
this morning. Now, I'm not a big jewelry person, but I always wear earrings.
Not today. My brain was buzzing with last minute things and I'm lucky I
remembered deodorant.
Work was grueling. I just
slogged through the assignments. About mid morning I checked e-mails and a
young lawyer in New Orleans had sent me a looooong list of things he had to
have right away. Now, my job is getting things for outside counsel, and since
it’s a huge company that requires some ingenuity. That list, however, horrified
me. He had the nerve to call me, and I told him he was not my favorite person.
Fortunately, my supervising attorney helped me pull together everything.
I still had some nausea all
day. It came in waves. The yucky e-mail caused a big wave. Thank goodness for
gingerale.
It was almost 6:00 by the time I got out of there. I was so glad to be going home.
Mother was wiped out tired,
too, so Alesia and I picked up some hamburgers from Wendy’s and that was my
“last supper.”
Oh, I called Delta at lunch
and they informed me the 6:00 flight I wanted was overbooked. My admin
assistant told me there were a bunch of events downtown this weekend, and the
traffic would be terrible. So I am taking MARTA down to the airport at 1 to get
the 4:30 flight.
Alesia and I watched
“Sahara” for our movie tonight. Afterwards she came over and started tickling
me, which is her way of saying she needed a hug. We had a cuddle, and I tickled
her a little, to maintain the façade. She is a big 15 year old and can’t admit
needing mommy. I will miss her terribly.
My last important task
today was to wash my feet. I always take off my shoes when I drive – unless
it’s really cold, which is rare – and my heels get black. I don’t want anybody
to freak out, seeing my black heels. So they have been scrubbed and moisturized
and scrubbed again. What a glamorous life.
