My Day

Wanna know why you're not hearing anything inspired out of me this week?

This morning I woke up at 4:30 with a hot flash and a headache. Took an Excedrin, ate half a piece of toast and drank some iced tea, then laid back down with an icepack on my neck. Got up at 6:30, showered and dressed and watched 10 minutes of Brothers & Sisters while I ate my granola with yogurt and strawberries. Then drove 35 minutes and walked 10 minutes to the office. Worked 8 grueling hours.

This week is enormously stressful trying to prepare for next Tuesday's product announcements where wayyyy too many products are being announced on the same day. Dingleberry Ryan, the kid who's been on the job five months and still doesn't understand how to do anything we do to publish Web pages, destroyed, with one e-mail, a business relationship I've been building and nurturing for about 15 months. I'm going to have to pull out my Southern drawl tomorrow to repair the destruction this very dense person did with one ignorant e-mail. (If you think I sound annoyed, you're damned right. Why don't they just get rid of this kid who does nothing but waste our time?!)

Drove 45 minutes home via Office Depot to pick up binders and index tabs for my music. Grabbed a single with lettuce and tomato and an iced tea at Wendy's on the way home. Walked into the house, looked for Rudi to pet him and apologize that I was going right back out again, made a photocopy of a page of music, and walked out the door.

Arrived at rehearsal at 6:15. Left rehearsal at 10:15. Came home, poured two ounces of Red Bicyclette Chardonnay, and sat and watched the rest of Brothers & Sisters. Now it's 11:15, I'm suitably relaxed, and Rudi and I are going to go crawl into bed.

By the way, I was so impressed with PianoLady's weight loss that I decided to go back on Weight Watchers this week. Bad decision. I'm a stress-eater. My stress level this week is at heart attack or nervous breakdown level. Send bread. Send chocolate. Send wine!