Last week, I managed to cram a sixty hour week into five days. I suppose the highlight of that week was last Wednesday when I woke up at two and could not get back to sleep. I had to get up at four-thirty anyway, and I was on a plane to just outside Washington for a two hour meeting by six-thirty, then back at my desk by two-thirty and working late that night.
The weekend was a blast. I decided to drive up to Cloudland to check on things. When i arrived at the cabin the phone was dead, the satellite dish was out, and there were burst pipes under the house. I crawled under the house and worked for a couple of hours, bumping and scratching my head several times in the two foot crawl space. I let the pipes set up for a couple of hours and cut the water on again. Turns out there were two more burst pipes, so it is back again this weekend to try to finish. Last week i just gave up and went home rather than stay there and work all night.
This week has been somewhat better. I finally went to a chiropractor for my neck pain, and she gave me some relief from that. I know some chiropractors are quacks, but this woman actually has hospital privileges at UAB in the neurological clinic, the only chiropractor in the state with privileges. She just works on your posture and doesn’t claim to cure cancer. Most insurance pays for twenty-four visits, so that is usually what a chiropractor tells you is needed to get you well. This woman said that she probably needed to see me twice more and then I could come back when I felt I needed to. I was shocked.
Tuesday was yoga class. That means me and fourteen women. Men ask me where I take classes and I tell them none of their damn business. Wednesday was stormy, very stormy. As I was leaving to go to the airport I received a call saying that we might have to stay in NJ overnight because of the weather and to please rush to the airport so we could get off before the storms. Well, there was a big wreck on the interstate and our president got stuck in traffic, so we were late taking off, but did manage to get off right before the storms hit. The airport in NJ was socked in, so we ended up in Atlantic City and then drove an hour to the garden spot of the garden state, Tinton Falls. Alabama is not the only place with trailer parks. Then it turns out that they did not realize that there was an airport about six miles from the meeting place.
We were able to get back, but it was a bumpy flight and very windy when we landed. I sat up with the pilots on the return flight to make sure that they did not drink too much, which they didn’t. We made a nice sideways one wheel landing into a forty-six mile per hour cross wind. It was interesting.
Today was an easy day at work. I had a three hour conference call about Florida, then worked on CON problems in New Jersey, Arkansas, Tennessee, North Carolina, Virginia, Alabama, Connecticut, and South Carolina. Oh, I almost forgot the doctor’s appointment and getting a bill for $75,000 from a law firm. At the end of the day I realized that my eighty-five year old mother has more dates than I do, so I called the beauty queen lady from yoga who is about a fourteen on a scale from one to ten to see if she wanted to have dinner Friday. Of course, she said no. Seems fitting.
After I finish a full day of plumbing work on Saturday, I am supposed to have lunch with my Mom on Easter. I will also pick up my Easter basket. Yes, I still get one and no, I am not sharing my candy. I bought Mom a weather radio the other day, so I am in good graces.
I am actively soliciting suggestions on what frivolous item I can blow my bonus check on. Any suggestions?
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