Gosh I feel good. Well...that's not entirely true. I actually feel incredibly exhausted and (I'm really upset by this) I appear to have come down with ANOTHER cold. I felt it coming on on my drive up to Portland this morning. Sore throat ish. And now it feels so sore I'm having trouble swallowing. UGH!!! On my FIRST day of vacation no less.
But, given all that, I feel great. I'm so happy to be in Portland. My drive rocked. I woke up at 4 am and left by five. By the time the sun was coming up, I was almost half way done with my drive. It was a beautiful drive. The smell of the trees and wood permeated the car. We had all windows down. Coaches flaps flying in the wind. I had a bunch of coaching stuff to listen to the car and a fully loaded ipod with a "Portland" mix and everything. I had gone to Trader Joe's the night before so I would have healthy snacks and we only stopped a few times for gas and to let the puppy run around. He was a dream on this trip. Sweet and silly, climbing up to the front seat every so often. We made the drive in 9 hours. A world record I think. I'm feeling very proud.
And it's been so great to see my old friends. It's like no time has passed. Her house smells the same as her old house in Santa Barbara. There's something so soothing about familiarity.
And now it's half past eleven and I can't believe I'm still awake. Must go to sleep.
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