It’s been the week from hell.
Under an incredible mass of work that has me up at 4 a.m and working til 7 p.m.
2 new business trips appear out of vapor. [NYC and Minne-fuckin-appolis] – first week of September, first week of October.
Personal trips scheduled the weekends of 9/1 [Wintergreen] and 9/15 [NYC again for the annual girl-clique get-together]. Another planned for the second week of October [New Hampshire Film Festival]
Trying to schedule in a visit to my father in Florida somewhere in there – he who is alone and depressed about the loss of the dog – which was going to be the last weekend of September but now that this Minneapolis thing pops up can’t be and I cannot leave work earlier in September because remember the mass of work that is due the end of that month?
My father calls husband at home yesterday morning – have we heard from sister who was due to fly out of Chicago [she is on business too what is it with these business trips?] and there were weather conditions reported on the news and he has not heard from her? Husband says “no” and tells me this when I get home from work at 7:30 last night. Well he tells me at 8:00 – and I call and she is not home and I call her cell and she does not answer and I leave messages and nothing. And I call again this morning- all phones this time I add her Vermont number in case she ran up there for the weekend – and nothing. And my father wants to know where is that passport renewal form I promised to mail him this week because it is hard for him to get to the post office twice and I promise I will send it today.
And my mother has been nauseous for 2 days and does not know why and now she is worried about sister too.
And I have not written a word in a week. And I cannot this weekend – remember the mass of work?
And we are out of cigarettes so I have to get in the car and drive 20 minutes each way to get them.
That picture is “The Scream” by Edward Munch.