Wednesday, August 1, 2007

When all else fails, go to Chick-fil-A

This week has been insane. That's pretty much an understatement, but I can't find a word to do the week justice. And it's only Wednesday.

Don't get me wrong - it hasn't been a bad week. It's just one of those weeks where everything is happening all at once. The second I get deep into all of the paperwork piled up on my desk, the phone rings. Or I have to run an errand. And I don't mind... that's what I'm here to do. But there have been far more interruptions than usual. I keep thinking of more things to do, causing my To Do List to resemble something more like a novella than a list. Not to mention that I've had a lot of interesting stories lately about my personal life... but those don't need to be recorded here.

I also started running again this week. I had taken a few weeks off since my last race (ok, 6 to be exact). My ankle had been bothering since the marathon in April, I was moving, and quite honestly I just needed a break. It felt good jumping on the treadmill Monday and running a fairly quick 3 miles. So far the plan is to go do the same again today. My next half marathon is only 6 weeks away so I've got to get on top of things. Ha, not to mention that technically this is the week I'm starting my marathon training for Huntsville. I don't think I'm in too bad of shape though. I would have been in pain during Monday's run if I'd lost too much of my strength.

Things have just been kind of crazy around here. So much so that even the Bob (my boss for those of you who don't know) has had a few rants and raves of his own. Mind you, his rants and raves are not scary or really even full of that much ranting and raving. Nonetheless, I was sitting in the line at the bank window today and feeling mildly irritated that the person in front of me was taking so long that they clearly should have gone inside... or maybe I was only irritated because it's 95 degrees and no amount of air conditioning can battle that when you're sitting directly in the sun in a car with a black interior. That was probably the case. Regardless, inspiration struck.

Getting a chocolate milkshake at the Chick-fil-A can always make a hectic, crazy week like this one seem better. I smiled. I made the deposit and made a beeline across the street. I didn't even call Bob to see if he wanted one. I walked out with two, one short the whip cream because I don't like it. Bob was on the phone when I got back. I put a little sticky note on the shake that said "No arguments" and placed it on his desk. Bob tends to count his calories and things of the sort, but I knew we were having the kind of week around here where calories don't matter if the sweet treat brings you some relief. He had finished it before he finished his phone call.

I'm still hot... the shop feels like it's 90 degrees, too. I'm still worn out from working non-stop either at work or at my house or running around town getting things done. But I'm happy. And I have a belly full of the most amazing chocolate shake in the area. Not much to complain about... life can be complicated, but it certainly is beautiful.

2 comments:

db said...

First of all, I am totally sympathizing with
a. the Bob's rants and raves, which although not scarey, can be intense. On the other hand, they can be incredibly amusing.
b. the ridiculous heat in the back of the shop. I feel for you darling.
c. Chocolate INDEED makes everything better. Yesterday, I imbibed 3 double chocolate chip cookies and they made my life sublime.
Second, I have heard many things about this "house" you're living in. I need photographic proof, please. With a big sticker on the door of "Danielle's Room."
I miss you!

michele MD said...

chocolate does seem to make any bad day better :o)