"I believe that if life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade...And try to find somebody whose life has given them vodka, and have a party." - Ron White
My work this week took me to Brockville, Ontario to conduct an investigation for a new client. I arrived around noon on Monday. By last night I felt like I'd been there a week. To be fair, I hear there are some lovely spots in Brockville. I just didn't find any of them. I stayed at their highest rated local hotel - The Holiday Inn. I had a sizable suite which was reasonably appointed. The big disappointment with the hotel was that there isn't a restauraunt in it. As I wasn't in much of a mood to socialize, I made a trip to the grocery store and spent my nights eating veggies, cheese, pudding and far too many sweets for my own good.
Brockville was really not where I wanted to be but I don't want to complain. I am grateful for the work. The case is certainly interesting enough. It's good, lucrative work. I decided to make the most out of my two long nights in my hotel room. I bought the first two seasons of Downton Abbey on DVD and played the discs on my computer. I dyed my hair and stayed up late watching TV. I spent some quiet time in reflection, worked when I liked, read and did crossword puzzles and snacked without worrying about leaving crumbs in the bed. Last night I drove the 50 kilometres from Brockville to Smiths Falls to attend the funeral home visitation for my friend Helen's sister. In that way, my timing was fortuitous.
I had hoped to wrap up my Brockville interviews by the end of yesterday but it was evident by early afternoon that I wasn't going to be able to do that. I was convinced I would be done by noon today but as the morning wore on, I doubted I would finish today at all. I had decided that if I couldn't finish in time to give me a couple of hours of daylight driving, I would simply go back to The Holiday Inn and do the drive tomorrow. I finally wrapped up just before five o'clock. The sun was setting. There would be no daylight driving time. I hadn't come up for air for nine hours. No lunch. No coffee save the cup I brought in with me when I started at eight this morning. I was tired. Heading down the highway to get back to the hotel, I was seized with a second wind. I spotted a Tim Horton's and pulled into the drive through. I ordered a large cup of coffee and a Canadian Maple donut and decided to skip the hotel and hit the 401 instead. By eight o'clock I was home.
It was probably crazy to do the drive tonight but I felt desperate to be in my own bed. I want to wake up with a view of the ravine and slip into my tub for a long soak. I want to drink my own coffee and eat the yogurt I like for breakfast. Crazy or not - I'm home. It feels so good.
Brockville was really not where I wanted to be but I don't want to complain. I am grateful for the work. The case is certainly interesting enough. It's good, lucrative work. I decided to make the most out of my two long nights in my hotel room. I bought the first two seasons of Downton Abbey on DVD and played the discs on my computer. I dyed my hair and stayed up late watching TV. I spent some quiet time in reflection, worked when I liked, read and did crossword puzzles and snacked without worrying about leaving crumbs in the bed. Last night I drove the 50 kilometres from Brockville to Smiths Falls to attend the funeral home visitation for my friend Helen's sister. In that way, my timing was fortuitous.
I had hoped to wrap up my Brockville interviews by the end of yesterday but it was evident by early afternoon that I wasn't going to be able to do that. I was convinced I would be done by noon today but as the morning wore on, I doubted I would finish today at all. I had decided that if I couldn't finish in time to give me a couple of hours of daylight driving, I would simply go back to The Holiday Inn and do the drive tomorrow. I finally wrapped up just before five o'clock. The sun was setting. There would be no daylight driving time. I hadn't come up for air for nine hours. No lunch. No coffee save the cup I brought in with me when I started at eight this morning. I was tired. Heading down the highway to get back to the hotel, I was seized with a second wind. I spotted a Tim Horton's and pulled into the drive through. I ordered a large cup of coffee and a Canadian Maple donut and decided to skip the hotel and hit the 401 instead. By eight o'clock I was home.
It was probably crazy to do the drive tonight but I felt desperate to be in my own bed. I want to wake up with a view of the ravine and slip into my tub for a long soak. I want to drink my own coffee and eat the yogurt I like for breakfast. Crazy or not - I'm home. It feels so good.
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