I took a nap this afternoon. A new habit I have taken to. It was close to 100 degrees in Los Angeles today. I had been up since 5am and had “worked” till 10pm last night. All in all, the past week has presented itself as the perfect storm for a nap. I woke up in a state of panic as I realized that I had to still vacuum, sort my closet and review some work notes for a late night meeting this week. My brain has been in overdrive.
Just this past week has been insane in terms of my schedule. I flew up to San Francisco on one day, drove down to Los Angeles the next day. The day after that, went to Orange County –which apparently might as well be in another state the way Los Angelinos talk about it. Then I had a day of unpacking all my stuff for my new apartment and the day after that I flew to Sacramento and the morning after back down to Los Angeles. And that is just the first half of the week. I will spare you the details of the rest of my week.
At times I feel like I am in some kind of vortex. But that is probably because I am a big science fiction geek. Speaking of which, although only slightly related, my son and I got into a whole discussion as to the state of being of vampires. We were walking in the full sun, and he noted in the vein of our conversation, that vampires would not be out at that time of the day with the sun fully blazing However, I noted to him that according to the Vampire Diaries, witches can forge rings that allow vampires to walk amongst us during the day. Then we had a long conversation as to whether witches were real. Between seven the logic of a seven year old boy as well as my chaotic week, my brain needs a nap.
I stared ahead at the Santa Monica crosswalks and wondered how many steps I would be taking this week. At minimum, I have taken 105,000 steps this past week. That is an awful number of steps to take when one’s mind is already racing.
I keep humming the Beastie Boys “No Sleep ’till Brooklyn“. Partly because I have New York on my mind. Well, I have been attending many meetings and events lately. Part of my introduction is my grand declaration that I am from New York. Inevitably, there is always someone in the group that is also from New York. We are everywhere. I am humming the Beastie Boys as well because I truly feel like I am not going to sleep anytime soon.
Before I get to sleep
‘Cause I’ll be rockin’ this party eight days a week!”
I wish I was partying. No such like. Speaking of a party. I am of the mind that when I go to someone’s house, I bring something to give in return for the hospitality they are demonstrating by having me over. Even when I have attended a boss’ house, as part of a company retreat, I have brought a gift. It can be a cake, flowers or wine. But it should be something. This past week I had to contemplate what to bring, if anything, to a fundraiser party event at a “mansion.” I should qualify this statement. As a New Yorker, anything that is bigger than 1000 square feet is a mansion. What would Miss Manners say is the proper show of etiquette here? Now I am a Vassar girl, and etiquette reigns supreme. However, at the end I just brought my sunny, winning personality and energy. Many thanked me at the end for my full-throttle energy. Throughout the event, we were all in awe staring at the moon. I wanted to eat it and go to sleep.
I have rambled. I have digressed. I have meandered down the many paths of my thoughts. The veins in my brain are throbbing. I need some sleep. I see blocks and stripes floating before my eyes
I am hungry and want some cheese. The moon sure looked pretty. It was worth staying up and working hard. How often do you full take in the moon?