recovery

airport floor napping

I'm still recovering from my recent work trip to Florida. My eight-day visit to the southern peninsula state was steamy hot (+100F, plus incredible humidity!), ridiculously full, and absolutely exhausting...

I can't even begin to describe the craziness.

Over the course of the week, I was involved in behind-the-scenes details for three major events (over 100 people, over 300 people, and over 500 people, respectively).

In addition, the communications department adopted me to write daily blog posts for the week. The photographer and I spent hours each day arranging words and photos for the masses. The posts (check them out here) are nothing fancy, and definitely reminded me that I'm not a professional journalist (I'd be one of those starving artists for sure). Writing, while I do enjoy dabbling in it, is a time-intensive process that requires a great deal of focus.

Day upon day I was awake way past my bedtime, and up again at the crack of dawn. There was no break (okay, so I did catch a nap Friday afternoon during free time-- major highlight of the week. I'm.not.joking.) Late-night ice cream breaks may or may not have happened once or twice while grasping for some strands of sanity.

This brain was fried.
The bod was ragged.

and...

Now I must confess a new traveling low:
Last Tuesday afternoon,
I slept on an airport floor.

Friends, I've traveled the globe days at a time, crossed time zones, missed flights, endured long layovers, often endeavored to get comfy on airport benches,

{note: I know where to go for the widest selection of non-arm chairs in the Chicago airport if you ever need to know}...

NEVER before have I stooped to the point of being that traveler curled up on the [gross, dirty, yucky, germy, public,ugh] airport floor. never.

Never until last Tuesday.

But after eight full days of people (hundreds of them), work (approximately 16 hours each day), emergencies (countless...), and not-enough-sleep night after night (about 3 hours Monday night before we left for the airport Tuesday morning), I plopped my head on my leather laptop bag, draped my curled-up self in a chitenge, and slept on the floor of the Atlanta airport (be assured that the floor was not my first napping location preference. I could not find any airport seating without arms... and, I didn't fit across the armed seating... yes, I definitely did try twisting my body around the armed chairs before resorting to my place on the floor).

It was a pretty swell nap, though, all things considered.

When I got up, my head was pounding a little less, my eyes were open a little more, and I could almost remember 75% of the basic facts and information I typically keep within my brain's reach.

Though I may wish to block certain memories from my trip to Florida, last week was full of adventures not easily forgotten. It was the kind of week that leaves me overjoyed that time can NEVER repeat itself. Oh yes, I may wind up sleeping on an airport floor again one of these days, but I will never again have the same week that I had last week. That, my friends, is today's good news :).