My schedule didn't allow for a whole week, but Wednesday-Saturday, I was back to camp for the first time since the summer. I had piles of work, my camera, my running shoes, my vest and other outdoor clothes. I envisioned four perfect days of a restful, yet productive retreat into the woods. I planned to start every day with a long run, spend ample time crunching through the leaves photographing camp in Autumn. And the cool air would refresh and motivate me to tackle some projects that have been sitting on my desk for a long time. It was going to be the perfect combination of rest, work, quiet reflection, relaxation, and enjoying my beloved camp.
Recently my house has become slightly more chaotic with the addition of a third canine member of our family- no, I didn't get another dog, but my brother did, so now Olivia and Griffin have a cousin. Buddha is 15 pounds, but he faces down all 120 pounds of bulldog as if he were ten times his size. Actually, the three of them play quite nicely together, but it is still three barking, running, needy dogs that make life a little louder and a little muddier. I have washed my floors about a million times in the past few weeks and I can't seem to get my house to as clean as I would like. It's driving me crazy.
It's been good to be back to my office- I have several projects going at once and I am eager to jump in to 2011 planning. But for the past few weeks, I haven't seemed to make any progress- I work a lot, but I haven't been able to cross anything off my list. It's driving me crazy.
My boyfriend is wonderful, we are going to Vegas in a few days. But he is driving me crazy.
The craziness is actually probably less to do with all of those things and more to do with the fact that I have been sick for three weeks now. Yes, THREE weeks. I have bronchitis, or at least, that's what we think. I've been to the doctor twice. I've downed 4 bottles of cough medicine and I'm on antibiotics. But still, I have been hacking uncontrollably like an old man who has smoked his whole life.
I was excited that I had this time at camp planned and on Wednesday, I eagerly jumped in my car and headed for a much needed break.
Except...
It rained almost the entire time I was at camp (the sun was bright as I packed my car to leave).
Olivia whined the entire time I was at camp- no amount of playing outside (in the rain), treats, toys or cuddling made her stop.
Both Olivia and Griffin insisted on being on my lap every time I sat down (120 pounds of bulldog is just 15 pounds less than me, but that was how we sat, over and over again).
I was not motivated to work, didn't go for even one run, didn't take any photos, and I continued to cough nonstop.
Now I'm home and possibly feeling more tense than before.
Bust.
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