A Nice and Awesome Week

I woke up early this Saturday morning with a start.

What time is it?!

Convinced I was late for work/school/reality, I blindly groped for my cell phone, which doubles as my clock and alarm at night: 7:23 SATURDAY, JANUARY 26, it told me. And with that I flopped (somewhat delicately  but we'll get to that later) back down into the deliciousness of my warm bed and uttered a word of relief, awesome.

Here are some events leading up to my relief this morning:

• In the middle of Monday night, I wake up to sounds of Housemate's dogs. I can hear one snoring and shuffling. Just the dogs, I think and begin to settle back down. That's when I clearly hear the high-pitched ha-ha-ha! of a child's laughter coming from the room above me. I stop mid-roll. OMG. That's not the dogs. And Housemate and her kids were absentee that night. So, there's only one explanation here. Yup. We have baby ghosts. Which is awesome.  

• Throughout the week, I have had multiple games of Words With Friends waiting for me to make a move, but most of them have less-than-awesome tile racks. Thus, I put them off and piss off four friends. 

• Thursday morning and I wake up early-ish to prep for a big day. I begin to mentally list all that has to be done while I shuffle from the bathroom to the kitchen to get my coffee. I stop on the way to the shower to scoop the litter box. As I'm bend over, groggy and uncaffeinated and scooping litter I hear the unmistakable sounds of water gushing. I abandon the task at hand and run back into the bathroom to see sheets of water pouring out of the toilet and onto the bathroom floor. That'll get ya going faster than coffee, lemme tell ya. Mentally groaning I splash into the inch of toilet water flooding the floor to inexpertly fiddle with the water tank. I get it to stop running and stand there as the water trickles to a stop, the bottoms of my pants waterlogged. Nice, I think, and go fetch extra towels.

• Nearly dressed that morning, I get a call from a coworker to announce that The Big Thing at work that day has to be delayed due to the weather; no one will be arriving on time since the world has frozen over. Ooohhh, this is awesome, I think, and begin to remotely direct the office on the interim what-to-do's until I can arrive after class.

• Reaching my car that morning, I find that it is entombed in a quarter inch of ice. As I toil at uncrusting my car, I think, This is just awesome. I run out of time and steam after the windshield and leave the rest of my car looking like this:

Those weren't rain drops, it' was ice and it was like that everywhere.

• The drive out into the world that day was harrowing. I drove 20 mph on ice sheets as I passed 14-car pileups. I slid into place at my destination, and congratulated myself on thankgodfully not inflicting any injury to myself or others.

• Friday morning I'm walking to the car, woefully ignorant of the black ice blanketing the driveway, when I slip and come crashing down. I land squarely on my tailbone, and I think my wrist, and lie spread eagle in the driveway.  Winded and bruised, I groan and wonder how it is I've come to be on my back. Aaaaaawesome. It was just like a cartoon character, whose body slips and begins to fall before the head moves. There was a yard sale of my belongings across the driveway and I had to pick through the snow to recover my keys. I still can't sit straight on a chair.

• But, at the end of the week, there was this. Which, is indeed, just awesome.