Martin and I got up at 4:15 a.m. this morning. At least we LOOKED like we were up. We were vertical and moving, albeit slowly and with our eyes squinched shut. I kept waking up all night long, checking the clock, with that fear of sleeping through the alarm that I often get before I'm going to be traveling somewhere, and increasingly angry at my stupid brain because I WAS NOT THE ONE TRAVELING.
We left the house at 5:00 a.m. and our next door neighbor was just walking by with their two dogs. She and her daughter get up super early every morning (their lights went on half an hour after ours did this morning) because they have to go take care of the daughter's 5 or 6 horses, I forget how many, before school. Every day.
We drove to Lund and the light was already quite bright. I dropped Martin at the train station where he was meeting the teachers and the rest of his history class to take the train to Copenhagen airport. Their flight was at 8 but they had to be there quite early to get everyone checked in and get to the gate by 7:35 a.m.
They are going to lots of museums and other important landmarks in Berlin with free time built in as well. One of the choices for the last day was the Checkpoint Charlie Museum which I told Martin he shouldn't miss, even though the wall came down in 1989. I was there before that, when the wall was still up, approximately the same age as Martin is now, and it was fascinating then. I still have the guidebook, in fact, with all its stories of how people escaped from East Berlin. I hope he goes.
Then I went to work, since I was already in Lund, and it seemed stupid to go back home to try and sleep an hour or two before having to come right back. I got to the office at 5:20 but I wasn't the first person there...the cleaning woman was already on our floor. I didn't know they started so early... she must get up at 4-something every single day. Crazy. It was so quiet and peaceful with no one there, and I rocked through a huge pile of stuff.
I took care of several new jobs, sending files, reviewing HTML blasts, finalizing and uploading translated materials, revising a couple of quickscreens and putting together a few adverts. Then I got all the monthly enews prepared and sent to review, which took nearly three hours and by then the office was starting to hum with the daily activity. I went home at 1:30 and collapsed, feeling like a zombie. A 2-hour nap later and I'm feeling at least a little human again, though I doubt it will be hard to get to sleep tonight.
Tomorrow is the AWC meeting, and I have to bring the trampoline with me.
D'oh! I sold the trampoline this weekend to a fellow member, after sending out an email to the club about it. She came, with her husband and three little girls, in a tiny car to pick it up yesterday. I opened the storage room and handed out all the pieces. Piece after piece of long metal poles and short metal poles and curved metal poles and a bag of metal springs and the blue protector pad that goes around the edge and waved them merrily off. A couple of hours later she emailed me to ask if the black mat wasn't supposed to be included?
OMG I was so embarrassed. I gave them the trampoline without the TRAMPOLINE. Those little girls must have been SO disappointed...though it WAS raining so maybe he hadn't actually put it up yet. I went back out to the storage room and found out why I missed it. The mat was folded up, under a stack of beach chairs on a completely different wall section of shelving. Double duh!