There is a saying, something like, “Life is what happens when you are planning something else…” I totally hate when I have an agenda (which is most times) and it gets derailed by something which I don’t expect. Course I’m sure you are all rolling your eyes, you can’t do what I do, have two teens, and a traveling husband, and not expect that things will go wrong. But still, I always outline what I expect from the day, what I want to accomplish, in those sleepy morning minutes while I listen to NPR as I wake up. Well, forget this morning. I woke about 1am with a horrid stomach virus, I won’t bore you with the graphic details, just know that the bathroom tile floor is cold at 1 am, and 1:30am, etc. and that I’m still doing laundry. I haven’t been sick like that since, well, I can’t remember when. And it came on so suddenly. So, that was my night, and my morning, and I could hardly get out of bed I was so weak.
Unfortunately I had to go into NYC today. I never got my work returned from the Economies of Scale Exhibit, and I needed one of the pieces to ship to Small Expressions to be in Mississippi on the 16th. When I called the Phoenix Gallery, the woman told me that she is still looking to flag down the UPS driver, that to call him for a pick-up would mean an extra expense of $10. Even though I prepaid the shipping, she said she wouldn’t send it out until she ran across the driver. The Gallery is on the 9th floor of a Chelsea Highrise. Its not like she could look out the window and see him on the street like we do in suburbia. With the gallery closed on Sunday and Monday, my hopes of getting the work sent to me in time to turn it around and send it to Mississippi, were getting slim. So I had no choice but to drive into Manhattan today and pick up the work. My wonderful husband took pity on me, and actually offered to drive in for me, I decided that, though I felt terrible, I had largely stopped the stomach virus part, and would just sit in the car while he drove, run up to the 9th floor (I took the elevator) and retrieve my pieces while he waited in the car. We were back in an hour and a half, successful, and then I went back to bed.
I got up around 2pm, had a little something to eat, chicken soup, and headed to the Academy to drop off the 27 dresses. Most of the students had left when I got there, apparently practice hadn’t gone well, and the students were dismissed early, so I didn’t get to see if any of my redesigns worked, but they added another five garments to the pile and home I went. I still feel lousy, achy and chilled, so I’m going to do what any self respecting person would do, I’m going to curl up in bed and watch the recorded Masterpiece Theatre episodes I missed.