Jet Lag Blues

Pity poor MomBrain. Jet-lagged, caffeine-deprived and late for a workshop, she left her wallet -- with her hotel room key -- at the local McStarbucks. But she didn't realize it until much later. This is how she found herself walking a mile. In the snow. Uphill. With a broken foot.

I made it to workshop #2, which was so crowded I had to sit on the floor for an hour and a half. Lunch followed, and by then I had a full-blown migraine. So I skipped the rest of the afternoon and headed back to the hotel, where I bought aspirin and People Magazine, luxuriated in a hot shampoo-bubble bath, and napped for an hour. I am still woozy and sick, but I'm wearing my favorite jammies, which is a very good thing. Next step: room service, then I'll work on an article that's due in less than a week that I haven't even started.

Comments

[Brony]

Sounds like my life used to be. Running from place to place and leaving everything until the last minute.

But I have to say, while travel took me away from my boys, I also enjoyed the bubble baths and room service.

[Dawn]

Oh ack! The weather, the weather! And your poor foot! Do you head home tomorrow? (tonight?)

It was so wonderful seeing you -- I'm so sorry that fate conspired to make your last day at the workshop a rough one!!!!