Ah, Nature. Nothing like it.
Having worked so much in the last few months that mental collapse seemed imminent, we got outta Dodge last weekend. In a rare moment of last-minute decisiveness, we loaded up and headed north last Friday to go camping. We somehow managed to miss any traffic (maybe leaving town at 7 p.m. will do that) and arrived at our campsite at... um... late. I have no idea how late, because I was Watch-Free Girl all weekend. But it was late. And we set up camp in the dark, which I'm totally fine with because
- the tent's super-easy to set up
- we packed seventy-two lanterns
- i'm a total camping gadget whore and, as such, have a retina-searing headlamp.
The rest of the weekend is a hazy, frolic-y blur. I'm happy to report that I'm much less tightly wound.
Except that I'm sick now. Hooray for Nature.
Apparently, my little germy friend was doing some camping of its own. Inside me. I managed to hold it together until we got back (because nobody, but NObody likes being trapped in a car with a whiny snuffly sicko for hours on end). Then I went to bed for two days. And today? I came in to work, because I'm a giver. And everyone I work with? They're just as sick, which totally cannot be blamed on me since I was out of the office for 6 days. Not that I'm any better, because I'm not.
And the cold-medicine high? Gets really old after the first day. Or two.