So… what a day so far and it’s not even noon yet. I actually slept well last night, not a common occurrence in my house. I’m usually up 3 or 4 times a night either to pee (I think my bladder is turning against me as I get older) … or to shove Fergus over to the other side of our king sized bed.
Query: why with a king sized bed do I still end up sleeping in a tiny ball clinging to the edge of the bed. Two words… Fergus. Wait. That’s one. …That dog is just shy of 12 pounds but somehow manages to monopolize the entire bed. I often wake up to find him sleeping like a starfish in the middle of the bed… arms and legs all over the place, pushing me out of the way.
So back to my story… I woke up early… 7:45am. Ok. I know that’s not that early, but Gerry and I live a different lifestyle then regular folks. I mean the tattoo shop doesn’t open until 11am, so you understand why we get up later then most folks. So I had a quick bath, got dressed, shoved food in my mouth and finished packing while Gerry walked the dog around the block (pee pee time). Then we hustled to the car and I zoomed downtown to mail off the last of the pre-order cookbooks before I had to come back home and call a cab to the airport. So I get to the post office and mail off the rest of the 45 book orders.
I don’t know what I was thinking… but I thought mailing the books wouldn’t take very long, but did it ever. No offence to Canada Post, but give your employees some free coffee in the morning, it’ll perk them up. I tried not to look at my watch and freak out about not making it home in time to call a cab to take me to the airport (Gerry had an early tattoo… so he couldn’t drive me).
Query: Does tonic water have sugar in it? Cause I just ordered some from the Airline Hostess and its really really sweet. I wonder if it’s pop. I thought tonic water was just bubbly water. Am I confused?
So I frantically drive home after the post office and I’m about 15 minutes behind schedule so I call Gerry on the cell phone (I know… I shouldn’t drive and phone) and got him to call me a cab. As I’m driving through town, hitting EVERY SINGLE FREAKING RED LIGHT I get stuck behind a slow moving cab.
Query: I thought cabs drove fast? They always seem to be driving like homicidal maniacs, why is this cab so slow?
I am behind this cab and after a few blocks I realize that he’s heading to my house… so I follow behind him and let him know that I have to park the smart car in the parkade and get my bag. I run up into the condo, grab my bag… Fergus by the way is going INSANE because I haven’t stopped to say hello yet. Take my bag outside… run back inside looking at the clock and realizing that I’m going to be late for my flight if I don’t hurry faster. Grab my lunch.
Point of interest: I made a lovely simple Veggie Tofu stir fry over brown rice last night for my flight today. Asparagus spears, broccoli, kale, tofu, sugar snap peas with a little Braggs, black pepper and spicy hot flax oil as a garnish. Delish.
I say a brief good bye to Fergus who is still losing his mind and is now shrieking for attention. I try and calm him down and say a nice good bye… but he’s freaking out. So I throw some dog cookies on the couch and Fergus moves to the couch and starts chomping on those instead.
Point of interest: Dogs will choose food over you every single time.
Hop into the cab. Suddenly this guy is driving like a madman and arrive actually on time. *laugh* What the hell was I stressing out about?
Query: Is it rude of me to wince every time someone sneezes on the plane? Thanks to the planes reticulation of air, we’re unfortunately sharing each others germs. I should have brought a face mask, but I thought I’d look like a crazy Sars person. Oh great. Now he’s coughing and blowing his nose. I bet I’ll have what he has before we land… sigh.
So I get to the West Jet ticket counter and they tell me that the plane is 45 minutes late. Late. Late. Those words echo in my head. Damn it. I could have spent a few more minutes with Fergus before I left. I feel so guilty not being able to give him a proper snuggle before I left.
Point of Interest: Don’t worry Gerry got plenty of snuggles on the way to the post office. That’s what red lights are for… right?
So here I sit, in a tube of steel hurdling towards Toronto, drinking sweet tonic water and trying not to breath in other peoples germs.
This is the start of my book promotion. I’m so excited to share this book with the world. Oh yeah. Look at how great the book looks next to the other ones.
“HIAV. GOV. This is your new baby brother LDV. He’s a little bigger then both of you and right now he’s getting a bit more attention from me then you are, but don’t feel like I love him more. I have enough room in my heart for all three of you.”
Ok. That’s enough for now. … Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell you all about my Czech cab driver and the INSANELY yummy good meal at Fresh. Mmmm sweet potato frieds. Mmmm Faux Cheese Cake.
I have to go to bed. Sleepy. Time change. Messing me up. Tomorrow… baking. I bake for 150 people. It’s going to be a long day.