Last week was murder. Friday night was the annual Awards Banquet with dinner for 200. I limped out of school at 11:00 p.m. and barely had enough energy to make it to my car. I don’t think I sat down for more than 30 minutes during the 16 hour workday. I was so tired during the cleanup that I didn’t think I could make it upstairs to my room so I just kept telling ROTC cadets to carry stuff upstairs and “put it around my desk area”. Can’t wait to see what kind of mess is waiting for me when I get to work this morning.
Saturday was a day of rest. I didn’t even get dressed. Just sat around and watched TV with my ankle elevated and a heating pad on it. It was kind of nice, actually. I couldn’t walk because of the pain and swelling and everyone catered to me all day.
I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. The NHS Induction ceremony is behind me. The ROTC Banquet is behind me. The list of things I have to do is being whittled down, bit by bit.
The ROTC presented me with flowers. Not the bunch of flowers you pick up at Kroger as you’re standing in the checkout lane, but a real arrangement done by a florist. It meant a lot to me and the flowers are proudly displayed in the living room.
I just have to get through the next four days and then it’s off to Florida for spring break. DGS’s, Andrew and Steven, have decided not to go with us so that opens the door to a possible personal day on Friday which gives me a short week and an extra day at the beach. I’ll find out today if I can get Friday off.
My computer is still messed up and I’m typing on this crappy little mini computer that belongs to grandson Steven. The tiny keyboard is making me crazy so I’m going to keep this short. Have a good one, Chickies!