Monday, August 17, 2009

Positively Weekend Results

You know what's worse than feeling sick in your own bed? Feeling sick in a hotel room bed*, knowing that you have to drive a freaking long way just to get back to your own bed.

Poor DH woke up Sunday morning feeling crappy. He's not sure what's behind it, but he is still feeling funky enough to stay home from work this morning with some vertigo, nausea, headache, possibly a fever and such. Even feeling crappy, he was the one to drive home as being a passenger doesn't sit well with him even when he's feeling okay. Is it wrong of me to be grateful I wasn't the one driving on I-81 (motto: 81 isn't just the road number, it's the average speed) with all of the semi's?

As far as I could tell, the conference went well. Despite being registered, (I had to register for the conference to attend the awards banquet Saturday night) I spent most of Saturday lounging in the bed reading with a couple of excursions out of the room to catch up with DH between meetings, to get lunch, and to explore the other event going on in the convention center. It was an auction of old and new arcade games, claw machines, and the like. If the basement was finished, I may have had to bid on one or two of the pinball machines on display. Love those things! No big shopping for me as the outlet mall I had heard about was deserted with only one store left.

I think DH got some good information, and received 3 awards/certificates, one of which was a surprise. Of course, the higher ups in the patrol confiscated them immediately for re-distribution at a patrol meeting this fall, but I got pictures, so there is at least some proof until he gets them back.

Dinner last night consisted of a club sandwich and ice cream for DH, and a nice big bowl of ice cream for me. (Chocolate peanut butter and pistachio - actually not a bad combination - and "healthy" with all of those nuts. At least that's what I told myself.)

Back to the normal grind (after I pick up the pup from camp).

*Even if it is a Marriott bed with a down comforter, down pillows and as much snuggle power as you could want. And Bath & Body Works products in the bathroom. It's not the same.


  1. I can't imagine having to drive back for that many hours feeling like death. I hope he feels better likety split!

    Also, I fully andorse that ice cream combo as both healthy and delicious. Not that you were waiting for my endorsement or anything. But there you go.

  2. He has to drive the same distance today for a work meeting TFE (too fucking early) tomorrow.

    Lucky boy. Not.

  3. Ahh shame man, it really is awful being sick when you are away from home.