Are you familiar with the phrase?
“Crazy, I was crazy once.
Then they put me in the rubber room.
I died in the rubber room.
Then they put me in the cold dark ground.
There were rats in the cold dark ground.
They drove me CRAZY.
Crazy? I was crazy once.”
That describes my morning.
- Up at 5:15am.
- Worked out until about 6:15am.
- Woke up DJ to get ready for her high school visit.
- Banged on her door again making sure she was awake.
- Had breakfast.
- Got dressed.
- Got DJ corralled.
- Grabbed stuff, tossed her in car.
- Sent her back into the house for the school stuff.
- Waited for her to get back into the car.
- Drove her to the high school.
- Had to find a parking spot in downtown with everyone else.
- Found one that was questionable, but risked it.
- Walked her into the school.
- Waited and waited for the admissions people to get there.
- Passed her off.
- Took 10 min to drive 6 blocks to work.
- Parked in a different lot that last week was 75 cents more than my usual lot – (it’s now $3 more).
- Ran to work.
- Snagged my laptop & ran to the meeting.
- Immediately got requested to push a different group to get their work done (not my job).
I’m still not adequately caffeinated.
At noon, I get to almost reverse the process, but toss in there a quick stop at the club so I can give last show’s art back to the artist – then to the school, pick up DJ, run DJ up to her school, then home for a short stop.
Is it too early to need a drink?