Wednesday Dec 17, Thursday Dec 18

I woke up on Jilly's couch to the sound and smell of coffee made....she had set it to go off and left me travel cups so I could get on the road! I collected my things, spruced up a bit, left a "Hippies for Obama" button on the coffee table and took off down the street, my head still ringing from the massive sound of Neil's guitar....

I ALWAYS have trouble finding the entrance to the Garden State Parkway from Jillys, but this time, I had no problem. I was home in a couple hours. I knew I was probably not going to be very happy when I got out of my car and heard generators running all over the neighborhood.....and yep, I was right. I walked into my house, still feeling SO COLD. I unpacked the car and stood in my living room, wondering how I should proceed to get ready for my speaking engagement at the health department on addiction meds when I suddenly noticed all the noises....groaning, kick starting, humming....My house was waking up!!!! I turned on a light...it flickered but YES, it worked!!!!

So I unpacked and went to my speaking engagement (which went well) and stopped at Pebbles and spent too much money (isn't any money spent this year too much??) buying some clothes....

Back to work on Thursday was difficult. I had been living very unstructured for almost a full week...the only thing I HAD to do was show up at a concert every night...not very hard for this rocker....but the staff had everything organized for me and i was virtually caught up by noon.

I still wasn't in the best mood for the Christmas Party. I don't know why it seems so hard for me to believe that people give a shit, but i was in full 'nobody gives a shit' mode, ready for tears. Seems to me that party always does that to me...until people start to be kind and i see that i am full of shit.....

This year, the same person did it for me as last year...Jen, one of the nurses. She made sure I got the ornament I wanted and just looked after me, I guess. Gosh, that sounds so weird.....but really, it is the little things that count....really. The point is, I went home feeling like the people i work with care. That is good....