Delicious Sleep in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Saturday morning and I feel so wonderful! Presentation is over, and I’ve had a good 12 hours of gllllooooorious sleeeeeeppp!

Yesterday’s presentation (the one I’d spent weeks preparing….including ALL of last weekend) went well. Very well. Much better than I’d even expected. After it was over, both of the VP/GMs of my areas told me that it was one of the best and most useful developmental presentations they’d seen, all three of my product managers told me that it was fantastic, and then the head of marketing (who rarely talks to me) made a point of coming to see me and telling me the same thing. I was elated for the rest of the day.

But I was not very productive for the rest of the day….at all! I went to a late lunch with Christy and another girl from work, then came back to the office and tried to return all the personal e-mails and phone calls I’d been getting the past few days as I was in the frantic mad dash to finish my reports.

Had a few offers to go out drinkin’ last night to celebrate my success, and I was sort of feeling up to it, but sort of not. So I told everyone that I wanted to go home first and kick up my feet for just a little bit, and then I’d see if I was up to carousing.

Well, you guessed it, the second my feet were up and the cat was purring happily on my belly, was the second that I fell asleep for three solid hours!! Off in the background, somewhere in dreamland, I could hear my phone ringing and ringing and ringing. When I finally got up, it was merely to rip off all of my clothes and crawl under the covers in my fluffy bed.

Woke at around 1am, wide awake. But forced myself back to sleep. Got up at around 7, and now I’m ready to start my stress-free weekend!!

Need to clean, do laundry, hang more shelving and pictures (oh, the dreaded drilling into the plaster again!), and try to get the kitchen in some kind of order. I’m using this weekend to prepare my love den for Canuk’s visit next Friday. Can’t believe he’ll be here in less than a week! He called me from a business trip in DC to connect and see if I was ready for his visit!

Nope. Not really. It’s still not sinking in that the guy I met on a whim last spring in New York is coming here to see me. He wanted to know if I had anything exciting planned. I told him not to be disappointed, that this is no NYC, but he just laughed and told me that he was coming to spend time with me, not to go crazy being a tourist here! Sweet.

Meanwhile, the boys in this town continue to fascinate me. I suppose it’s good for my ego. Is it wrong to sit there purring like a kitten while these guys stroke and stroke?

There’s Secret Agent guy who took me to dinner last Sunday. He’s tall, really handsome, model/actor (does local stuff), and tad cocky (which I like). He spent eight years in various locations across the country several years ago doing some kind of secret Russian intelligence stuff for the government. He told me that he was ready to spring back in action after 9/11, but that the whole Al Queda crap is completely different that what he was doing back then. So right now he’s doing some kind of business development contract work for various Midwestern companies. Curious.

There Strange Salsa man, who I met the same night as Secret Agent. He’s even more handsome than SA, even taller, and kisses like nobody’s business (he’s the one who walked me home that night). Loves to dance, and invited me to go to the salsa dancing place last week. Into music and plays the guitar. But he has this Jim Carryesqe comedian thing going on, and it really bugs. Plus, the message on his answering machine at home features his daughters singing some kind of duet….that drags on and on and on and on before you can leave a message. Cute, sort of, but very overkill. And his mobile message ends with, “…have a peachy day.” Ick.

Then there’s Unmentionable Guy. Probably the best of them all. Not particularly good looking. Short. Sells some kind of plastics to various medical companies. But he’s smart as a whip and very clever with the e-mails, and very, very thoughtful. Took me to dinner at an amazing Italian place before I left for New York, and I haven’t seen him since. But he sent all kinds of good-luck-with-the-presentation e-mails and phone calls. And I like that.

But last night I chose sleep over all of them. And it was good.

Better get on with my Saturday. Lots to do. Plus, I need coffee.