Piling On

Goodness. That old adage “when it rains, it pours,” is proving to be true. I’ve already been overwhelmed by my chorus schedule mixed with my work schedule, then had to have an urgent surgical procedure without getting to take any time off between work or school to heal. Add to that trying to be social because once I move, I’m going to really miss my friends. Last night I went out with some of my faves and we laughed loads and enjoyed some great food.

So, of course, I got sick on top of everything and while I’m managing a fever and cold symptoms, I’ve had a day where my puppy spooked and kicked me in the eye with his full 50lbs of weight and then he started a brawl with my girl dog, leading to a bloody finger on my right hand. Oh yeah, and I have a half marathon in a week but due to surgery and now illness, haven’t run a single mile in preparation for…though I consider my week in New Orleans as training for “time on feet” since I walked on average 10 miles a day. Yes, I’m still running the race. The half marathon is my sweet spot and I can run one slowly on a moment’s notice.

Ummm…I need a break and I don’t see one coming at all between now and July 1. Even then, if I’m selected for the position in New Orleans (oh yeah, I found out I’m competing against 6 other people in my current position), I have to get the house on the market, pack everything, figure out how the hell I’m going to handle a 2-3 day drive from Denver to New Orleans with dogs and cat, and buy a new house. All before starting at my new office. Oh, and I turn 40 in the midst of all this.

So, maybe I’ll get a break in September? It’s basically just 100 days of chaos, perseverance, and mental fortitude to go… I’d really like to get some physical strength worked in there too but every time I even think about working out, something else knocks me down.

For now, Tank and the Bangas has been soothing my congested mental traffic.

Take a listen to this song that brought me to tears the first time I heard it (sung live at Jazz Fest) because it feels like my soul put into lyrics and notes.

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