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Jun. 30th, 2014 10:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicI've been sitting in the United lounge at Dulles for several hours now, and will be here for several more...I rode up here from Charlottesville with WT and family, and they wanted to be on the road by 9am, so, lalala.
I really wish I had a place to lie down here. The chairs are comfortable for sitting, but I'm sleepy as fuck, and I can't stretch out at all, and the chairs are not comfortable for trying to sleep. Could be worse. But I hope I can sleep on the plane.
It was a great weekend, by and large, but it was also a time of pretty harsh self-loathing for me. I didn't work out nearly as much as I'd intended, I ate poorly, and I trained not at all for the 10K I have less than a week away. I also didn't do any real estate work. In other words, I was a huge fucking slacker and I'm feeling down on myself for that. But I get home tonight, and tomorrow is a day off work -- it'll be my buffer day to get shit back on track. I know that one bad week doesn't undo all the progress I've made. I just, grr.
Riding up here, I sat in the middle seat in the back of the SUV between Bess and Frankie's car seats. Both girls started to nod off, and Frankie wrapped herself around my left arm while Bess held my right hand as she slept. It was so sweet. Then Bess woke up a little, and she picked my hand up and put it on her head. She'd move it from over one side of her face to the other. I giggled about this and Rachel just said, "Oh yeah, she loves to have a hand on her face." Weird kid. After a little while of this, she started putting my fingers into her ears. I have a husband who does this as well.
Just four more hours until my flight! I'll play some more bridge...
I really wish I had a place to lie down here. The chairs are comfortable for sitting, but I'm sleepy as fuck, and I can't stretch out at all, and the chairs are not comfortable for trying to sleep. Could be worse. But I hope I can sleep on the plane.
It was a great weekend, by and large, but it was also a time of pretty harsh self-loathing for me. I didn't work out nearly as much as I'd intended, I ate poorly, and I trained not at all for the 10K I have less than a week away. I also didn't do any real estate work. In other words, I was a huge fucking slacker and I'm feeling down on myself for that. But I get home tonight, and tomorrow is a day off work -- it'll be my buffer day to get shit back on track. I know that one bad week doesn't undo all the progress I've made. I just, grr.
Riding up here, I sat in the middle seat in the back of the SUV between Bess and Frankie's car seats. Both girls started to nod off, and Frankie wrapped herself around my left arm while Bess held my right hand as she slept. It was so sweet. Then Bess woke up a little, and she picked my hand up and put it on her head. She'd move it from over one side of her face to the other. I giggled about this and Rachel just said, "Oh yeah, she loves to have a hand on her face." Weird kid. After a little while of this, she started putting my fingers into her ears. I have a husband who does this as well.
Just four more hours until my flight! I'll play some more bridge...
