My time in Virginia this week did not go like I thought it would. The work days were crazy, but I probably should have assumed they would be. It’s the evenings, the hotel stay, that were so different from my expectations. My vision of those evenings included lots of quiet time to myself, time to read, go to bed early, sleep well – miss John, certainly, but enjoy my alone time anyway. That is decidedly NOT how those two nights went. I did it to myself, of course.
Tuesday night, I went straight from work to happy hour with some coworkers (as I mentioned the other day, in a post fueled by wine and cookies), and I stayed out much later than I had planned. It’s fine – I was having a good time – but it was 9:30 when I got in, after 10:30 before I got out of the bathtub, and around 11 when I went to bed, with an alarm set for 5:30 so I could get up and exercise. I read a little (tub time!), but not much, and I slept terribly. Not a relaxing night.
Wednesday, I worked late and went directly to a restaurant to have dinner with Susan (from boxing) and Molly. Back in the hotel by 9:30 again, but this time with Molly, who was staying with me so she could avoid the commute from DC the next morning (and, presumably, to hang out with me). We stayed up until midnight (slumber party!) and woke up at 6am. She got up to exercise. I had another terrible night’s sleep (nightmares about packing suitcases in a hotel room with a wasp, a puppy, and about a dozen people hanging around), so I stayed in bed until about 6:45.
So now I’m home, and we have a weekend without plans. I think. I hope. I would like to read.