I feel like I have lived a lifetime in the past week. I'll start with the recent first.
I'm sick. As in the lining of my throat is rubbed with sandpaper every time I swallow and the front of my face feels like it's been hit with a 2x4. Common head colds have no business making one so miserable. The sore throat started yesterday morning when I woke up in...
New Brunswick! That's right - my job only sends me to the hippest, most happening places. Actually, it was a really good client visit. We did some really good work and every seems to feel good about it. It's amazing how much meeting someone face-to-face changes your relationship and perception of them. Unfortunately we didn't have much time to see all that is St. John. But it was nice to be back in a part of the country that is still waking up to spring. The weather was warm and sunny - I brought my jacket, but was actually too warm to wear it. And I even found some Green Aero Bars - yum!
Tomorrow the moving process begins. I have to make sure that they don't pack away all my Kleenex on me. I had grand visions of getting at least part of my house packed and boxed up before the movers came. The most I was able to manage was one Jack Daniel's box of booze. Oh well. All it means is that it will cost me more. It's just money, right? Today was my last BART ride to Pleasanton. That SO rocks.
I participated in a sleep study last Wednesday at the Stanford Sleep Clinic in Fremont. You can see photos here. It seems like a lifetime ago now. It was a very strange experience, not at all what I expected. True to form, I didn't sleep well while I was there, so I'm hoping that they got good data. It will take a number of weeks until I have the results though. I just hope I don't have sleep apnea, because if I do I'll have to use a CPAP machine. And, well, I just don't know if I can do that. I don't see how I could respect myself in the morning.
Other than that, there's not much to report. Just lots of being tired. Lots of emotional upset (I'll be so glad when the stress of the move is over). I'm debating how much packing and organizing I should do tonight, or if I should just go to bed. I have a strong feeling that bed will win out. I do feel pretty miserable.
