I posted this entry on my profile at the www.29gifts.org website. If you wanna friend me or join me on what will prove to be an incredible journey, please check it out at: www.29gifts.org/profile/davidkav ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Here's another blog that was started while I was at work. I finish this writing while at home with Beth Ann by my side in the bedroom. If this seems a bit disjointed, I apologize in advance. However, my body is starting to fade a bit. So, I'll do the best that I can to make this blog cohesive enough. Today started out the same - per usual. Wake-up started around 1:00pm. Note: Started around 1:00pm. The alarms went off a couple of times before I saw Beth Ann by my bed side. "You locked me out," she stated. "Huh?" (She has a tendency to lose her keys.) "I'm sorry. You ok?" "I called you three times. You no answer." "I'm sorry. My phone is on vibrate." "What about alarms?" "On this phone, I can hear the alarms while it's on silent or vibrate." "I thought you were ignoring me." "Nooo. I'm sorry. You ok?" "I fell today." "WHAT?!? When?" "During the show." "What? Did people laugh at you? Kids laugh at you?" "No. It was during the chase scene [Little Red Riding Hood.] I gots a bruise." "Awwwwuh. I'm sorry." "Is ok. I'm gonna go read now. Wish you could hold me, though. My neck hurts." "Ok. I can. Gimmie 10 minutes and I'll be up." "Really?" "Sure. I'll be up soon." "ok." I get up. I stick to my word. First thing I do, I head over to the futon where Beth Ann is studying for her quiz for class this evening (her college was still open today in spite of the holiday.) I hold her for 5 minutes. I don't mind this at all. Wish there was more that I could've done for her at that time. However, once the clock struck 1:25pm, I had to get up and start moving for the day itself. JUST before I wrote Morning Pages, I get a text from the person that I mentioned a couple of blogs ago re: selfish motive. Turns out that I misunderstood her. She was very hurt by the fact that she had to read that I was hurt from her blog. Very rightly so. The bottom line: It's one thing to be hurt and misunderstood. It's another thing to write about it on a social media site and not talk directly to that person. That was very wrong of me. As the day went on and while at work, I text her back and explained that I was in the wrong. I did apologize to her at that time. However, I want to take this opportunity to state it here as well in case she's reading. Again, I am very sorry. I had offered a phone call to the above to speak with her as the potential gift. However, since she is sick and not "in a good place" today, she declined. So, that can't count...and I totally empathize with where she is. Truly. Well, with the aforementioned story out of the way, I got the text just before my Morning Pages. Needless to say, 1/2 of the writing was about that. BUT - during the process, I did forgive myself for the fact that my phone would've been right next to me even if I was writing my pages. So, probably better to purge the text and the thoughts that came with it onto the Morning Pages themselves as opposed to carrying it with me for the rest of the day. Right after Morning Pages, I get ready for work and wish Beth Ann a good day. My left eye starts to ache. I've been experiencing dry eyes the past few days. Most likely it's from being high up on the 19th floor. I do not think that it is from dehydration since I drink a full 1.5 Liters of water a day while at work. I even make it a point to drink a full bottle on my days off as well. I also believe it's fatigue. Even though I had gotten about 6 to 7 hours of sleep, I know I need more sleep as well. At the time, I did not believe that I had any pain killers on me (i.e. aspirin, acetaminophen, etc.) I mean - we have chewable aspirin (for Beth Ann.) I wanted something stronger. I told myself that I'd pick some up on the way to work. However, I wanted to take a train today and make it to my work place on time. Therefore, I put on another dress shirt since I still have a couple at the house from the dry cleaners last weekend, pack some clothes for after work and head out the door. I get the train in good time. I get off at the appropriate stop - go to 7-Eleven. All is well. Realized that I had forgotten the Tylenol. "Damn! Well, I'll see if anyone at work has any," I convince myself. I step to work with 15 minutes to spare. Upon walking in the door, I see someone behind the desk that I don't recognize. "Is this our inspection?" I ask myself. "It wouldn't surprise me. EVERYONE is here: GM is here, Amy is here, Sem is here.... Wow. Some 'holiday,'" I tell myself. I walk into the break room and see Brian. Right away, I ask, "are we having our inspection now?" "I don't know. I doubt it." "Me too. It'd be more rigid around here if that's the case." Brian steps away to investigate. He comes back a minute later, "No. It's someone from corporate." "Oh, ok." Upon returning to the Front Desk, I introduce myself to our corporate visitor. She is quite friendly, quite professional. We find out that she's staying for the next three nights. I find out since I made her a key for the room that she's staying in. After a few minutes, she retires for the day. Quick and painless. Our occupancy was at 59% (which was what was to be expected for this time of year. However, we have rarely seen days like that this season. Not that I'm complaining - at all! I am quite grateful for the work!) Regardless of our occupancy, Brian and me were in full gear as if we were at 100% occupancy - and this is before everyone left since we would be without a houseman this evening. In short, it was ok. Not too slow or boring Nor was it an evening that we couldn't handle. I write this from home unscathed. All is/was well. As far as the gift aspect was concerned for today, the aforementioned phone call didn't happen due to her wishes - which is her right. That was fine. I had also tried my sister yet again. No luck. Quite the busy one (I know, "Pot, this is kettle...") I was reluctant to give in the monetary sense again since it's seems like a pattern. However, I remembered that I had received a Facebook invite for a show next weekend for a singer/songwriter friend of mine. Just like all of my other friends, he is set to put out a new album and is in need of funds to do so. Also, if you really think about it, it is quite ironic and humorous that my friend had apologized for calling my last Kickstarter gift selfish. So, it'd be appropriate to give for another Kickstarter gift, no? I thought so. :) Therefore, I gave my gift, Tweeted and Facebook'ed about it, and released it for the day. I truly do love supporting my friends in their artistic endeavors - especially when it comes to making albums/records. I tell you, truly: I do love going into the studio to record. More than that, I love it when I can add another CD/recording/album to my list of achievements. There's no greater thrill than knowing that what you put your blood, sweat and tears into has become a reality. So, Stephen Leonard, I give the gift in hoping (and deep down, knowing) that your record will successfully be released. With that being written, the pillow, the ache in my eye, and Beth Ann's sleeping body next to me calls me. I must retire for the evening. I believe the proper way to close is to leave the surprise that Beth Ann had left for me to find when I came back to my laptop on while writing this blog. As I heard once in a meeting a long time ago, "in case no one has told you yet today:" I LOVE YOU