Out of town: Day 1 of 22 

Featured photo: sunset from my parents town

I meant to leave town yesterday. I thought I’d be here for my parents 50th wedding anniversary surprise party. Yup. Fail bus. 

I’ve been exhausted. I’ve been trying to veg out, be a touch social and still get all my work done. I’ve been working 14 hour days. Working on the weekends and I’m still not prepared for this coming week. 

I thought I could go to the chiropractor and see my dentist for a check up then drive to my parents town 7 hours away on Friday. Easy peasey. 

Insert failbus. Like a huge tour bus of fail. You see, in order to leave from the dentist meant my work had to be done. It also meant on Thursday my house would need to be cleaned and I would be packed for a weekend at my parents, a week in the office downstate and 2 weeks of car camping/ possible backpacking in conditions from 40 degree mountains to 100 degree valleys.

Wanna know how I spent my Thursday night? Working until 11 pm at night. Yup. Awesome. 

Friday I was called to research more items, take pictures and measurements, send emails, answer phone calls etc. I decided by 4 pm I needed a nap then I could pack and drive. When I woke up at 6 pm I vetoed driving for fear of falling asleep. Suddenly it was 11 pm and I had time warped into the future somehow just by sitting on the couch. Still not packed, I went to bed.  Geared to wake up in 5 hours. 

Of course I laid in bed longer than I should, I debated on what to pack and how and finally crunch time came and went and in a hurricane action I threw stuff in bags, threw it in my car and without looking back I left. 3 hours later than I should have. 

I arrived 2 hours late to my parents party. So far on night one of 22 nights away from home, I already think I forgot to pack my glasses. MY GLASSSES! I’ve got at least one pair of extra contacts for the next 22 days and i do not have decent vision. I can’t drive, I can barely walk without glasses or contacts. Hopefully I threw them in my other bag and quickly searching in the dark I simply missed them. Otherwise I pray my dog sitter can express mail them to me. Ekk.  Not going to lie, I’m freaking out. 

Also, remember my sexting subcontractor? He texted me at 3 am again. I sent him a follow up text saying it was unfair he only texted after bar close and he needed to invite me out for a drink. He replied a few hours later, You’re right. I’ll make it up. 

We spoke several times on Wednesday and Thursday about work. I could hear him smiling on the other line, I enjoyed how he said Hello & Goodbye with my name. How we started just saying Hey when answering the phone and smiling. I’m smitten. Fully smitten with this boy. Now I have to wait 22 days before we’re even in the same town. 

22 days wondering if he’s sexting someone else at 3 am. If he remembers his promise to make it up to me or that I even exist. 

Arggg. He’s really really adorable. 

Some people say they met someone and instantly knew they were going to marry them. That they were going to pursue them until it happened. Sometimes I think that I think that about everyone. But I want to say that about this guy. He’s the bees knees. 

Sigh. It’s dreamy just thinking about him. 

Ill dreaming

I don’t have a picture for today. I didn’t travel for work or leave the house. My friend who I spent the weekend with was diagnosed with the flu. I thought I’d be spared with my vaccine but this morning I got light headed in the shower , nauseated from breakfast and exhausted after 20 minutes at my desk. 

Thankfully I was able to work from home for a quick conference call and sleep the 8 hours of work away. Hello sick day. I woke up to being drenched in sweat, even after kicking off the sheets and the house being at 65. Later the chills, shakes and migraine came. Thank you Excedrine Migrane. My bff. 

After that I felt 80% better. Though, waiting for the excedrine to kick in I took a nap. Long enough for a vivid dream. 

I was sitting at an El train stop. I assumed in Chicago but I didn’t recognize it; it could be any city. I was alone on a bench on the elevated platform. In front of me I could see a yard, a large vacant industrial looking space. There was a large brick building to the right , and to the left I could see tracks to another EL. Those tracks, to the left, they were covered by a wall and roof over the platform. They ended above the vacant industrial yard. Everything was still, almost like a picture. Then I saw the lights of the train from the other tracks. 

I sometimes think of bad endings while I see things. I imagine me not steering around a curve and instead driving off the road at high speeds, I think of the situation of my car veered off a bridge and other disturbing things. I thought, what if the train doesn’t stop, for a split second while seeing the train’s lights coming out of the tunnel from the platform. The next split second I realized it wasn’t a disturbing thought. The train was moving far too fast to stop at the end of the tracks. In horror I watched the train burst past the end of the tracks, and felt my body tense for impact as if I was on that train. I saw the train sail off the tracks and slowly, arch down into the brick building to the right.  

I thought about the people on the train. I thought about how I had to help though there was nothing I could do. I wondered if anyone could even survive the horror I was witnessing. 

Then I woke up. Still dazed and tense. Unsure just yet if it had happened in real life or not. I don’t know why I dreamed it. But it was horrifyingly clear. 

I blame the flu.