Oh I had such good intentions!
I was going to run and write and pack and do all of the things that needed doing. I was going to go to bed early. Monday Meredith had prepped Tuesday Meredith for a few things, until she woke up several times in the night with a start, and then Tuesday Meredith was off-tracked by some forces beyond her control.
I was going to respond to at least some of the 241 emails in my personal email in-box; the 111 work emails; the Bloombergs that have piled up to the point where my mobile in-box has stopped counting them (the ticker simply says “99+”). I have friends to whom I owe phone calls; I have documents to read; I have blogs I want to peruse and comments to which I’d like to respond.
But wow. My brain is fried. There are some important things going on; life is fast-moving.
I couldn’t sleep last night. The dog was deeply dreaming — which he never does — and as I woke up, he was chirping and grunting in his sleep. He doesn’t sleep in my bed, mind you. I’ve built a nightstand over his crate (I can’t decide whether this is creative, or ugly, or something you’d see on Apartment Therapy, where they tout it as a hack or some other such shit, when it’s just a polite way to say “I took the legs off an inexpensive Pottery Barn nightstand; wrapped a board in some toile; bolted the board to the top of a standard dog crate; placed the legless Pottery Barn thing on top, et voila! Dog Crate Nightstand Hack!)
(Also, this crate hack is known as, necessity is the mother of invention)
So I rolled over; I messaged my best friend:
Something important is about to happen, I said.
I await further information, she replied almost instantly. Which sort-of confirmed my instinct. We’re very in-tune with each other, we two. Always have been.
So. Big things are afoot; big things of which I am sure I am not quite yet aware. But before Tuesday Meredith gets too far down the rabbit hole and leaves Wednesday Meredith hanging…
I can only say that hope that you all do not refer to your many selves like I refer to myself as if I am days-of-the-week underpants.