Life is way too short and no one can accuse me of sleeping--there isn't enough time, all the more so as I get older. I know people say, "Hey, look at your grandma. She's still alive and she's 96," but that's my grandma. I suspect it has something to do with walking, and I'm the kind of person who drives a car across the parking lot.
With the accident and four back to back workshops--it's been one hell of a ride and this is the first time I've had a chance to do anything, much less clean the bathrooms or go grocery shopping. It was probably the storm. It's not everyday Seattle gets slammed with everything from 4 degree temperatures to 50 mph wind gusts and 3 inches of ice. My power went out during the wind storm, and I sat there--in the dark, wishing I'd bought one of those hand cranked lanterns.
I'm not really a candle person, and all those cappuccino, gingerbread and evergreen candles I bought last season made me queasy. Glad I didn't give into branding and buy Yankee candles. My kids sat around, messing with their half charged laptops and flashlights. I don't think I'd have made it back before electricity, because I started getting the disconnected fidgets and the candles made me sleepy.
I had pages of workshop notes and tried to put them in order, but every time the lights would jump, I'd doze off and wake up drooling.
By the time they shut this place down on Monday, I was willing to trade candles for cold. I'm "not" good at driving on ice, and neither is anyone else. It took my kids over nine hours to travel twenty three miles, and some people were so fed up they abandoned their cars on the highway and walked. I live on a hill, and even if it "is" shallow, ice means everyone parks at the bottom.
I have one consulting to knock out, a few things I want to do over the holidays, and then it's back to consulting, but for now--I'm going to crash and when I get up, I'm going to put my turkey in the oven and thank God I went to the store Sunday.