Hello and Happy Monday gang!
Is anyone else just about beside themselves because the weather is improving? It seems crazy, but I am giddy about the twenties. I will probably be euphoric when we hit thirty. During tonight’s five o’clock show Ed said “We’ll all be saying whooohooo on Wednesday!” No kidding.
There are a lot of reasons to be excited about getting out of the sub-zero temperature range, not the least of which is safety. Parking lots everywhere are like ice rinks and walking across them is more than a little treacherous, particularly if you wear high heels. You’re probably thinking, “Who in the world would wear high heels in this weather?!?” The answer is: Erin (sometimes) and Sonya (often). High heeled boots are one thing, but I have seen Sonya tiptoe across sheets of ice wearing crazy, three inch, open toed stilettos. It is amazing. And that’s why what happened to her last week is unbelievable. She fell down while wearing snow boots and YakTrax. Even worse … she was inside. It happened as she was striding through the newsroom, going from carpet to tile. In an instant her feet were up in the air and she came crashing down on her rear. Ouch. Luckily Sonya is still in one piece. I did notice that she’s wearing the sky-high heels again today, though.
Getting Up Late
Is there are more rotten way to start the day than by oversleeping? I don’t know what kind of coma I was in last week, but I hit the “snooze” button over and over and over one morning. When the time finally registered, I bolted out of bed like my hair was on fire. It was nearly nine o’clock, and the class I teach at the Y starts at 9:20. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I hate that feeling of panic. It sets a terrible tone for the entire day. It’s one reason I’m trying to follow three morning rules I heard a talk show doctor talking about recently: 1) As soon as you wake up, stretch. 2) Eat breakfast. 3) Be early. Not on time … EARLY.
What the ?!?!?
Have you ever had a string of bad luck or unpleasant incidents that leave you screaming, “What next?!?!” That was me at the end of last week. I should know by now to never ask that question or make a statement like “Things can’t get any worse….” The short version is that I thought I was having a stroke during the five o’clock news on Thursday. I had a splitting headache, I started having trouble reading, then I couldn’t speak and my arms and hands went numb. I was exhibiting such weird symptoms that Sonya and one of our photojournalists took me to the ER. The docs think what I had was an “atypical migraine.” I sure hope it’s atypical, because it was horrible. I have never had headaches – much less migraines – so this thing scared the snot out of me. I’m hoping it never happens again, though I’m told there are all sorts of triggers and there’s no telling for sure what caused this last one. Geesh!
I’m hoping for a drama-free week. No falls, no rushed mornings, no migraines.
Thanks for reading!