I am happy to report that the rest of the week improved considerably from Monday/Tuesday. The plumber replaced the sewage ejector pumps, and while my checkbook is lighter, at least that is done.
As for my car, we sort of shoved my fender back into place; I think I will replace my car in the next year or so anyway (I think driving it 8 years is respectable — though I’m sure I have plenty of frugal readers who will let me know that they’ve driven their cars since the Reagan administration…so, go ahead and tell me: what’s the longest you’ve driven a car, and what years/mileage are you looking at now?).
On Wednesday morning, Sarah and I recorded three podcast episodes, including two with fabulous guests. I’m looking forward to sharing those in upcoming weeks. (The other episode was a just-us banter one.)
Then I went to the airport and flew to Indianapolis. While the flight was bumpier than my taste — I feel like I am often counting minutes on airplanes — we got in on time. My mother-in-law and sister-in-law came to meet me for dinner. My mother-in-law and I both tried a tangerine wheat beer, and it was great!
In the morning (after an 8.5 hour night… a major perk of business travel) I scored a treadmill at the hotel gym. I had two lovely morning meetings with people I know mostly online — another major perk of business travel! — and then spoke at the Indiana Conference for Women.
I love women’s conferences. I know from long experience that while time management is universal, professional women in the 30-50-ish age bracket (i.e. kids still home) tend to respond most strongly to my message. This is, happily, the exact demographic attending most women’s conferences! And so there is an energy in the room that makes speaking really pleasurable. I had the after-lunch spot, but the lunch entertainment was Retta, so people did not walk in depleted. A bonus: the conference was selling all four of my time management titles PLUS All the Money in the World.
(I was also rocking it on the make-up front, since I seized the opportunity presented by a Trish McEvoy vendor booth to get my face professionally done. Too bad I look a bit racoon-ish this morning!)
At the IND airport, I treated myself to a Wolfgang Puck mushroom, leek, and goat cheese pizza, paired with their house chardonnay. I started writing this during an unfortunately bumpy flight home (what is with the air currents between IND and PHL?) and along with reading the BOBW survey responses, that mostly distracted me.
Now it is Friday and I am settling in for some NaNoWriMo catch-ups, editing queries on Juliet’s School of Possibilities and afternoon phone calls on future projects. I don’t think I need to wait for a plumber, so as long as there are no more ER visits (please, please) I think I’ll call the week a good one.