Well, it's been a long week.
I mean long in the sense that I got home at 7:00 last night, after being away for work since Monday, and I immediately changed into some lounge wear.
And then I came down into the kitchen and Matt said, "Um, I think your sweatpants might be on backwards."
MY SWEATPANTS WERE ON BACKWARDS.
I left for my trip on Monday afternoon. The rental car pickins were slim at Enterprise, so I went with a Ford Focus because I have a Ford Focus, so I wouldn't have to learn any tricky new radio knobs or windshield wiper controls. I believe I fall squarely into the category of seasoned Ford Focus expert.
And then I drove the first 1.6 miles in the rental Focus in low gear. It felt a little sluggish, but it didn't even occur to me to check and make sure the right gear was selected until I went to shift it into "park" at the gas station and realized the gear shift was on L.
The rest of the drive was problem free, and when I settled into my room at the Best Western, I immediately found the room service information. I had big plans to order room service and watch the debate. I picked up the phone to order a chicken pot pie, and then the woman asked, "Would you like any sides?"
Well yes, yes I would. French fries please.
It's just too bad they were stingy with the ketchup.
All I have to say about the debate is that the high point was the fact that I watched it in bed while eating chicken pot pie and french fries.
God bless America.
When I left the hotel the next morning, I saw signs everywhere welcoming visitors to the 2016 PFA Conference. I see the initials PFA in my line of work all the time, but to me it means Protection From Abuse. At this hotel, it meant Pennsylvania Farmers' Association.
There were farmers everywhere.
I had to be at another meeting by 7:30 this morning, which meant that Matt and I were getting ready for work at the same time. I am the type of person who prefers not to talk to anyone for approximately 1.5-2 hours after waking up, whereas Matt is the type of person who gets ready for work at 5:55, just as cheery as can be, and narrates his morning routine in an accent. Today's was "1935 cowboy voice."
Matt and his accent should have joined me at the hotel yesterday. He would have fit right in at the PFA Conference.
But it really is good to be home.