Holy cow. The drive to work this morning was ridiculous. The hum  of my car made me so sleepy. As did the soothing sounds of all the other cars on the road. And the monotony of the freeway lane lines were identical to the process of counting sheep.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz time!

Shaking my head and dancing to loud music was the only way I got to work today. You know why?

Because once again I chose not to sleep. I love doing that when it involves fun. However I’d rather not do it two nights in a row. But obviously that’s a lie. Because I did it. Fun can suck it sometimes.

You know what they say? And by “they” I mean those random voices that make up our boundaries and rules in life. They say that driving on no sleep is like driving drunk.

Well today I drove drunk to work. The upside: I didn’t consume any extra calories by way of alcohol, I don’t reek of liquor, I’m not slurring and I haven’t stumbled down the hallways.

Hoping there is a nap in my future. As it appears right now, work life won’t allow that today.

Saturday in Salt Lake City, Utah was in the 70’s. Perfect weather for cleaning and balancing the chemicals in my hot tub. Right? Needless to say my hot tub sat idle for too many months. It is ready for use. Finally.

Then it started. Yep. Snow. Sunday night.

As I did the “drive of shame” on Monday morning…

Did I just say “drive of shame”? I’m 37 and I drive. That is hardly worthy of the “of shame” comment. Usually one walks for those. And feels shameful. I didn’t do/feel either.

Back to the drive…I was in a car that doesn’t do snow. It barely does rain. I got almost all the way home and bam. I was stuck mid intersection. At 7:15 am. It was not a place I could park and walk. I was literally in the middle of where two streets cross. Luckily a lovely lady named Deanna stopped and asked if I needed help. I held back the tears and said yes. Keep in mind, I literally rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, pulled on a tank and sweats. Thank god I had access to my extra running shoes versus the flip flops I wore originally.

We called over another guy in the neighborhood who was eager to help us. Of course, he also mentioned four times that the tires on the car were horribly bald. At that point, what was I supposed to do? Seriously, I wasn’t in a position to order new tires and have them installed before we moved the car out of the intersection. I got it…the tires suck.

Eventually we parked the car on the side of the road. The lady gave me a ride home. I got ready for work. Then I realized…this weather isn’t all bad.

I’ve got a working hot tub. Which would have been perfect if I was heading up the canyon to ski like the line of cars in the picture below. Fresh snow. Fresh hot tub. Heavenly.