Back home, thoroughly exhausted, and there’s a fancy party in Newport tonight. We’re going with John’s parents, and I’m afraid I might not have the eyelid strength needed to keep both eyes open past 8pm. Maybe one at a time, but not both together. If anyone there takes pictures, I’ll be the one in the background winking.
We’ve had a really good, really fun few days, but oh my god the late nights. I’m SO TIRED. On Thursday, we were up past midnight because Greg and Amanda and the kids were passing through on their way to Boston. We had a great time (and saw them again for an hour the next day before they left), but we didn’t go to bed until late and then the goddamn steam heat banged through the radiator at 3 in the morning, and we still worked on Friday. Friday night wasn’t too late, but Saturday night we met Dan (from high school with John) and Lindsay for dinner and didn’t get to bed until nearly 3am, and then we were awake by 8am Sunday morning (I don’t know why), and then we were on our feet all day at the Rhode Island Comic Con (which was way fun), and all I want to do is go to sleep. It’s not even 7:30 right now, but I feel like I’ve been up for days. I see an early bedtime in my future.
The cloud is not really in the cloud.* I mean, I knew that – the cloud is really just a server farm (or several server farms) and thus entirely physical and subject to disasters like hurricanes and I’m mentioning this because we’re using PODS to move our stuff across the country and they’re based in Clearwater, FL, and apparently they got destroyed by the hurricane because their phone lines and EVEN THEIR WEBSITE have been completely down since Saturday. (That run-on sentence was sponsored by my fear that our truck will not arrive tomorrow and we’ll be living on the floor for another week.) Based on the phone message I heard on Monday, they had deliberately shut down the customer service center Friday to Monday to keep their employees at home, which makes sense. I can understand and appreciate that. But they said they’d be back up Tuesday. They were not. They still are not, and now it’s Wednesday. I can’t get a live person, which, again, I can understand considering they’re probably literally underwater, but for the website to still be down? I can’t log in to my account to see the status of my shipment. I scheduled it to arrive tomorrow (Thursday, earliest day possible). Is it still coming tomorrow? I can’t check. I can’t call anyone to check. Local PODS storage facilities don’t have local numbers. All numbers route to FL, where there are only unhelpful recordings and hang-ups, and all web URLs route to the Hurricane Irma page they put up.
UPDATE! All of the above was written earlier today, when I had been trying to contact PODS for three days. This evening, I checked again and the website was back up! With a message saying their phone center is open again! And that they’d be prioritizing existing customers! Unfortunately, I didn’t see that until after their call center was closed for the day, but I logged in to our account (yay!) to find no new information (boo). It says our POD is due to arrive at the local storage center before 9/13. That’s today. Did it arrive? That step doesn’t say it was completed, but is that because there’s a backlog and they haven’t updated the system or did it really not arrive? It also says they’re going to deliver the POD to our house on the 14th. That would be tomorrow. Will it happen? I can’t say. The night before they delivered it to us in Eugene, we got a phone call, and email, and an update on our account online giving us a three-hour delivery window. I have not gotten any of those alerts, and it’s nearly 10pm.
It’s all a mystery that I hope will get resolved tomorrow. More to come.
*If the computing cloud were actually in the real clouds, this hurricane would have REALLY messed with their systems.
It’s night #2 of not feeling the blog thing, and I think I can safely say that waiting until after dinner to write is not a great strategy. Whatever energy I had during the day is gone, completely, and all I want to do is read and go to bed.
This is the summer of binge-watching, so after we watched the entire season of The Crown (loved), we watched the entire season of The OA (disappointing), then all of Doctor Who season 9 (yay), and now we’ve moved on to Iron Fist, the next Netflix Marvel Comics show. It’s…okay. The main character is annoying in his naivete, and overall, it’s definitely the weakest of the Netflix Marvel shows. Still entertaining, though. I like how all of the shows are connected.
Oh, hey, we saw Wonder Woman last weekend. The movie wasn’t great (although it’s the most I’ve ever liked Chris Pine in anything, and it was miles better than the other DC movies), but I felt this visceral enjoyment seeing Wonder Woman kick ass during the fight scenes. I’d watch it again.
Hey, look, even tired I can babble about TV and movies. Good for me. Bed for me. See ya.
Tuesday night (4th of July) we were up past eleven, watching fireworks from a footbridge over the Willamette River a couple of blocks from our house. Sounds great, right? Like one of those experiences we’re all supposed to savor. Eh. The fireworks were totally not worth it – uninspired, no music, blocked by trees, washed out by the lights on the bridge and in the park. Sorry, Eugene, but your fireworks game is weak.
Tonight, two days later, I’m ready to climb into bed at 10 after 8. The sun hasn’t set yet, and it’s a beautiful night, but I’m so. crazy. tired. I bet Margaret and Erik will be able to hear me snoring all the way in California.
Life with me is a real roller coaster ride, people. Better hang on.
My laptop is downstairs. I am upstairs. I am in bed, and I’m so comfortable, and I’m so tired, and the AC is on, and the lights are dim, and my eyes are closing, and all of this unnecessary detail means that you don’t get the post about our perfect hike on Saturday or the Seattle crab legs saga I keep forgetting to tell you about or the muddled and confused rant about the Netflix series Anne With An E that I’ve been trying to articulate.
Instead, you get choppy thoughts and one long rambling sentence that is meant to be an apology for…not telling you anything interesting. I’m sorry? Yes. I’m sorry.
We got stuck behind a really slow minivan on our way home today. Seriously, he was going 15 miles per hour in a 35mph zone on a very busy road, we’d been traveling for 8.5 hours, and we were LESS THAN ONE MILE from our house.
GET OUT OF MY WAY, SLOWEST PERSON EVER.
It was infuriating. I might be tired.
I am SO VERY MUCH ENTIRELY TOO OLD for this late night crap. We didn’t stay for the whole show (we caught a few songs from the headlining band, but then we left), so we got home around 1am and still got up at 6. I don’t regret it – the Arkells were freakin’ amazing and we were right up against the stage and no, they didn’t pull John up on stage this time, but they didn’t do that bit at all, so it’s okay, and we got to have a nice conversation with the singer after the show, and MAN I love them. So I don’t regret it, but it’s 8pm on the day after, and my eyes are so tired they hurt. Hurts to close them, hurts to leave them open.
We met this trio of college girls, friends from high school, who have taken the week off to get together (they don’t go to the same schools) and follow the Arkells and Blossoms (the other band who played last night) from Portland to San Francisco to Coachella. They were hilariously excited.
Gotta go to bed. I think tomorrow might be harder than today was. Because I’m old.
I am sore and tired and sore and tired and sore and tired and can I have another day off please? Yesterday’s workout caught up to me this morning. I was going to go to a 9:15 yoga class this morning, but I could barely lift my arms over my head and that would have made yoga difficult. Also, any balancing would have been just impossible because I’m SO TIRED I can’t see straight. John had a gig last night, and it went late, and then it went later, and then they finally took the stage, and then it was even later because Daylight Saving Time started last night, so it was 3:30 in the morning before I crawled into bed. Stupid spring forward. Yoga at 9:15 didn’t have a chance.
So it’s 8:15 on a Sunday night, which technically should feel like 7:15 on a Sunday night, but as far as I’m concerned it feels like midnight on a Sunday night and I really need to be sleeping.
I get up early every day, and I’m tired first thing in the morning, but I usually get over it pretty quickly. Today was not like that. John drove Molly back to Portland last night, spent the night there, and drove back this morning after dropping her off at the airport. I didn’t go because I had stupidly scheduled a ton of meetings (two with customers) for this morning, and I couldn’t reschedule them at the last minute (and one was at 5:30am). Instead, I stayed home, stayed up later than I should have, woke up at 2am, woke up at 4am, woke up at 4:36am, and then stayed awake until my alarm went off at 5. Then I snoozed for 10 minutes because of course I did. I have been fighting yawns and heavy eyelids all day. I rescheduled my riding lesson because I don’t think I could stay on in this condition, and I think I’m going to skip yoga because no one wants to hear me snore when they’re supposed to be finding their breath in the first five minutes of class.
The only thing that’s keeping me going right now is that it’s nice out for the first time in days and I want to run. It might be more like crawling, but at least I’ll get some sunshine. Then I can go to bed.
Staring blankly at the screen is not going to make an idea appear. It’s like watching a pot, and MAN that was a hard one for me to think up. First sentence written, second sentence totally blocked. I got stuck on the pot adjective. It’s like watching what KIND of pot? What describes the pot? This is a saying – “like watching a _____ pot” – what’s the missing word?
A watched pot. Totally screwed up that idiom. (You’re an idiom. Your MOM’S an idiom.) I think maybe I need some sleep. 6am felt earlier today than usual, and work felt more overwhelming, and I went to yoga for the first time in a week, and I could feel it, and 6am is going to come even earlier tomorrow, so I’m out. Me and my watched pot are going to bed.
I just don’t get it. We have lived in Oregon, on the west coast, in the Pacific time zone, for ten months now, and I STILL get thrown by the time zone difference with the east coast. STILL. Like, it just happened, just now, not 30 seconds ago.
I’m sitting at my work laptop, which I deliberately keep on eastern time because it’s helpful during the work day. I don’t usually write from here, but it was on, and I’m lazy. I’m also TIRED, which is why, when I glanced at the clock on the corner and it said 11:55pm, I thought to myself, No wonder I’m tired. It’s MIDNIGHT. What am I still doing up? Yeah, NO. It’s 9pm. It’s not that late. I have plenty of reasons to be tired – I’ve been up since 5:45, I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately, and I think I’m getting sick again – but it being midnight is not one of them. BECAUSE IT’S NOT MIDNIGHT.
Today is our anniversary (16 years), but we’re going to postpone it for at least day. Or maybe just extend it? Whatever works. We got up at 4am this morning, drove to the airport, got on flight 1 of 2 (which I slept through – yay exhaustion), had a quick layover in Minneapolis, and then got on flight 2 of 2 to Portland. We got home around 4:30 (which felt like 7:30), then had to run back out to the store for milk so we can have tea tomorrow because neither of us is 100% yet. Actually, I’m a total mess (although I think I feel better overall). I look like I’m about to turn zombie. I went to Urgent Care Tuesday afternoon because the bottom half of my left eye is solid red, and after about 30 seconds (if that), the doctor I saw announced I have pinkeye and prescribed antibiotic drops. I’m taking them even though I’m not convinced I have pinkeye or that it’s not the viral kind, but they’re making the skin under my eye yellow like a fading bruise, so actually, I look like a zombie who’s being abused by her spouse. This is how I traveled today. With my glasses on, of course. No contacts allowed right now. I might be going back to my own doctor tomorrow.
Anyway, today isn’t a good day to celebrate our anniversary because of the zombie problem and the travel exhaustion, so we’ll try again tomorrow. Tonight we’re having pie for dinner and watching A Royal Night Out and then sleeping until a train wakes us up.
We’re back home from a trip to PA and MD that included a very cool anniversary dinner and quality time with our new nephew, and I will tell you all about those things, but not tonight.
Goal: get back to regular posting
Right now: sleep
We got up at 4am this morning so we could leave the house at 4:45am so we could be at the Philadelphia airport by 6am so we could get on a plane at 7am. We landed in Portland (after a stop in Denver) at 1pm, which felt like 4pm, and then we had to drive back to Eugene, where we stopped at the grocery store before finally getting home about 4:30pm, which felt like 7:30pm. Now it’s 7pm but it feels like 10pm, and I’ve been awake for 18 hours and traveling for 14 of them, and I’m going to stop typing now and go to sleep.
I am VERY happy to be home. I love our bed. It’s better than every other bed. All of them.
In the airport again (LaGuardia this time), same deal with only 30 minutes of free WiFi. Whatever, airports.
In the same vein, we got here, following the signs to Terminal C to check in for American Airlines. Got our boarding passes for gate D-something. The guy who took our bags said we had to go to Terminal B for the D-gates. Don’t terminals usually have the same letter as the gates? So we checked in at C and got a shuttle to go to B to get on a plane at D. I am now reciting my ABCs.
It’s not THAT confusing (we made it to the gate, after all), but I’m cruising on very little sleep over the last few days. Saturday started early, with a long day of travel and a late night when we arrived. We didn’t have to get up especially early Sunday, Monday, or today, but I slept pretty badly. The hotel walls were thin, there was constant activity in the hallways, and the pillows SUCKED. They looked all fluffy and nice, but they flattened into nothing as soon as you put your head down and the air squeezed out. My neck hurts. Plus all the emotions and the public face on the whole time and I’m. So. Tired.
We land in Portland at 7:30pm local, but then we have to get our car and drive home, so it’ll be 10pm at the earliest before we get home. Probably closer to 11. And tomorrow morning has to start on time, so there will be no sleeping in until Saturday. On the plus side, there’s no one to tell me I can’t go to bed at 6pm tomorrow night or every night the rest of this week, and Saturday isn’t that far away.
I don’t have much to say, but I feel like I’ve been MIA a lot this past week, and I don’t like that feeling. We’re on Long Island for the funeral of John’s cousin Kerri’s husband, and we spent the entire day yesterday at a funeral home for a very emotional wake. Lots of people, lots of tears. The burial is this morning (Monday), followed by lunch with the family (I think), and then John and I will spend the evening with his parents, hopefully discussing happier things.
Then back home to Oregon.
We met Emily and Sean’s new baby boy yesterday (SO cute at nearly 6 weeks old), who fell asleep in my arms during breakfast. That was maybe the best part of the day. They went home last night, though, so I don’t have that to look forward to today.
Some days, the whole getting up really early and immediately working thing is hard. It’s dark, it’s chilly, and I want to go back to bed. It’s going to get darker and chillier (not today – that would be apocalyptic). I need to start searching for a really good incentive. Right now, I’ve been awake for 40 minutes, contacts in for 20 of those minutes, and I’m about to start a 90-minute conference call. Maybe they won’t notice that I’m barely following along.
I should work out, but I’m not going to.
I should do some laundry, but I’m not going to.
I should write about seeing Weird Al two Fridays ago, but I’m not going to.
I should write about meeting new people in Portland two Sundays ago, but I’m not going to.
I should plan something healthy for dinner tonight, but I’m not going to.
I’ll do all those things soon.
Instead, I’m going to read my book.
I’m going to fold the clothes I’ve already washed and do the rest tomorrow.
I’m going to think about what I’ll write about Weird Al and Portland peeps and be better prepared for it when I get there.
I’m going eat pasta and garlic bread and not feel guilty about it, even though I had Indian food last night and should never eat again.
I’m going to be still and quiet and go to bed early and get a normal night’s sleep that will end with my alarm at 5am tomorrow.
If I do it right, 5am won’t hurt that much, and when I get to the end of the workday, I’ll have the energy to work out and do laundry and make dinner and write bloggy things with pictures.
I can feel my brain leaking out through my ears. I am SO TIRED. Yesterday, I worked 9 hours. Then, because we were doing a software upgrade on a production environment, I got back online in the evening to test the upgrade. It didn’t go well. Five hours later (nearly 1am my time, nearly 4am eastern), we gave up for the night and went to bed. I got up five hours after that and got back to work, and I got at least two more hours of sleep than the two guys who were working late with me. I don’t know how they made it through the work day. To make matters worse, we still haven’t fixed the issue.
Today was not fun. Tomorrow is not likely to be, either. This week is not a great work week.
I’m going to bed.
So….I started to write a post, and judging by the number of misspelled and outright missing words I found, what I really need is to go to bed. We got our bed back last night, and I slept well for the first time in two weeks, but one night isn’t enough.
Tonight, we will do a little unpacking, eat dinner, and crash. EARLY. Our mornings are early, since we’re attempting to work east coast hours. The early mornings and an air mattress for nine days – not a good combination. I do not recommend it.
I do recommend sleep. Which I am going to have. Soon.