I hope this reaches you in good health and spirits. Even though I've been busy with Days 1 and 2 of my new job, you've been on my mind. How do I make you feel appreciated while I dive head first into this paying gig? Do we need to set aside some alone time? Should I send flowers? Give you a massage at the end of your tough day?
Let's sleep on it and you let me know.
I've been smiling from the time I leave my hotel room until the moment I return, kick off my pumps and wrestle out of my nylons. I've consumed more calories in two days than I ate all of last week. I haven't stepped in a single surprise from a cat. The people I work for think I'm a cheerful chick who doesn't drink or hold strong opinions.
Let's not disabuse them of these notions. Yet.
Meanwhile, they're all very warm and welcoming which makes giving up my free-wheeling days alone a little easier. I've only texted Sophie a couple of times telling her how my tummy hurts or how I might die from a headache if she doesn't come pick me up and take me home. She's learned well from her mother. "You have to stay at work. Now stop bothering me while I'm in band."
Three more days of meetings. I think I'll survive. My feet, still wondering what happened to the smelly slippers, are in open revolt. My foundation garment may have infused some of its elastic into my DNA. I've broken my fingernail I always break when I'm staffing a meeting and, naturally, I snagged my pantyhose on the jagged nail.
I haven't worn any of my food yet, but I did forget to pack floss. I am a obsessive flosser so this is nearly tragic, but I shall soldier on. I think there's a CVS down the street if I can slip out for a few minutes...
And now it's late, so I better go because my alarm will be going off in no time.
Don't let the bed bugs bite,
P.S. I really shouldn't have mentioned bed bugs.