On The Road Again

Come Thursday, I'll be a traveling fool once again.  I'll be living August all over again, hitting the road on a 6 am flight to Chicago on Thursday morning then turning around to come home Thursday night. 

Then I'm on a SIX-FREAKIN-A.M. flight to Los Angeles on Friday -- please, someone rub my entire body really hard with super-gritty sandpaper and mist me with iodine instead? This will be the third birthday in a row that I spend in Los Angeles.  The first was in 2008, and my sales rep Mark ignored me and went off to play golf or something. Last year, Judy took me up to Malibu, where we ate lunch with Pierce Brosnan and then we went to the Getty Villa and to The Hump for the best sushi I've ever had.  I wrote about all that.

This year, my birthday is on Monday (isn't Monday the most depressing day to have a birthday?) and I will more likely than not be sitting in the pressroom doing round-the-clock okays for the entire weekend. Some fun.  I'm SUPPOSED to fly back on Tuesday, but we'll see how that works out...

All this kvetching aside, I have nothing in my life to complain about.

Well, my bank account is perilously low -- we're talking "Erin Brockovich in her rant to Aaron Eckhart" low -- but it's only money, right? There's enough cat food to get us to next payday and I have a refrigerator full of food, a roof over my head, and clothes to hang on my back.  So no, there's nothing to complain about.  The IRS and the State of New York are getting paid the money that I owe them, I'm on a slow path to getting straight with other debts -- I know it's slow, but it'll get done, and hey, I got myself up this tree, now I'm slowly backing myself down.  Sure, I'd prefer a winning lottery ticket that would bounce me into a waiting trampoline (cue bear falling out of tree video), but oh well.

Anyway, I've been feeling like I won another kind of lottery lately.  The important kind.  See, I asked the universe to send me something four years ago, then completely forgot what I asked for.  last night I opened a silver box at my bedside that I hadn't touched since then, and I saw with wonder that everything I asked for has been given to me. And not in tiny little dollops.  Lots and lots, heaps, great, big, giant ladlefuls of all this good stuff.

Right here, right now, I am replete.