It’s been a week since I quit my job. I am no longer a forensic investigator assistant or an autopsy assistant or a radiologic technologist or anything with a title or label. I’m just me and it feels pretty good. I’m not even a housewife yet because trust me when I say I am failing miserably at that at the moment. I am supposed to be relaxing and enjoying my time off. I’m supposed to be having fun and getting ready for my thru-hike. Instead, I keep feeling like I have to rush to get everything done before I go back to work: Call the vet, make an orthodontist appointment for my son, file my paperwork for my retirement account, update the cat’s microchip information…. it hasn’t sunk in yet that I don’t have to go back to work. I have plenty of time to get things done. What I haven’t had time to do is go for a hike. Not even just a day. The stray that I took in is still quarantined upstairs and now another one of my cats, Mal-Mal, is having trouble with his heart and lungs.
Every time one of them goes to the vet we have to separate them for a day or they hiss at each other when they get home. Yesterday, I split my time between THREE quarantined cats instead of just one which totally gets in the way of trying to show this to-do list who’s boss… oh and my garbage disposal is leaking. I am a giant ball of stress. Once I don’t have to take the cats to the vet every day and I’m caught up on cleaning and fixing the house, I’ll feel better. I know I just gotta wait it out. So, until I can unwind my giant rubber band stress ball one band at a time and write a proper blog post, I’m going to look at pictures from our trip to Caprock Canyons State Park in March of 2012 and wish I was there instead.
The very best part of that trip was me scaring myself to death for absolutely no reason. We were running low on water one night and I decided to go get some right then instead of having to go in the morning. I knew it would get dark before I got back so I brought a flashlight and I jogged. What I didn’t know was that there are coyotes and bobcats in the canyons. I had just watched The Grey (spoiler alert!) a few days before and yeah, okay, they’re not wolves but when you’re alone in the dark, running by flashlight, while the wind rips through the canyon, ensuring you can’t hear what’s chasing after you … anything that is howling and a wolf sound exactly the same! Fact.
Flashes of Liam Neeson with broken airplane alcohol bottles taped to his fists were running through my head … I was fully prepared for this:
Luckily for those guys they kept their distance and water was delivered to camp incident free. :)