I spent the last two weeks and a day in Virginia working on a proposal for work. It wasn't a lot of fun. I ended up having to extend the trip twice, the first time for four days, the second for just one. The woman at the hotel asked, "Why do you even bother checking out?" I also averaged working 12 hours a day for the entire trip, including a meeting on Superbowl Sunday. The one bright point was that I got to have dinner with my dad one night.
I must have been running on adrenaline towards the end. I almost fell asleep in the rental car van going to the airport, and again while waiting for my flight. But even though I zoned out and felt like I could sleep, I didn't. Even when I got home, I couldn't fall asleep until the stress worked itself out of my system. Once I did sleep it was for ten hours, and I barely got out of bed then.
Today was full of paying bills that have been piling up in my absence, doing laundry that I've been lugging around, and eating cookies that my sister made for me. I also spent some time working on my niece's present, but didn't get too far before my motivation dried up. I'm in a waking coma, althought I'll try to move off my couch in a bit... really.
