Whew! What a day!

Murphy's Law of the day before flying away... things don't always turn out the way you plan - at least not at first.

I spent the entire morning waiting for a courier package from Saskatoon that was supposed to arrive no later than 12:00 pm. So, I didn't pack, bathe, get American currency etc, for fear that I would miss this package for work. Finally, at 1:00 pm, I decided to call the printer to see if I could have the parcel traced. Thank goodness I did... I learned that the parcel was sent to my office, and not to my Mom's house. Had I waited any longer, I might not have been able to get a few errands done.

I finally bathed and got my life together enough to go to the bank and get money (whew!).

Of course, I also ended up in the Medical Clinic near my Mom's house because I did something really stupid last night, which resulted in the need for some assistance. (It didn't seem bad at first, and Mom and my sister were helpful. But, when I called Healthlink earlier today, they advised that I get treatment because it was more serious than I thought.) When I had to explain what had happened, the medical assistant burst out laughing... exactly what I did when I realised my booboo created a bad owie... A really ugly owie in a prominent place (thank goodness I'm not overly vain, otherwise I think I'd be crying instead of chuckling right now). The doctor suppressed her laughter and provided a prescription and advice to help minimise my injury, saying that I might even see improvement before I get on the plane. I'm happy to say that I should be on the mend soon.

After the appointment, I got to my car, and the lady in the car parked beside me rolled her window down, and said something really nice... She brushed the snow off the back window of my car - improving my day considerably.

And, my day keeps getting better and better... I spoke with my kid brother a short while ago to see how their doctor's appointment went. My sister-in-law was getting her last ultra sound before their baby is born. Pippy, as they've nicknamed the little one, is a good weight - just shy of 8 pounds. With just two weeks to go, it looks like the baby will be around 8 pounds, or just a little over. And, my bro told me the baby's gender. I immediately started to cry. I guess I would have cried regardless of what he said. I can't spoil the surprise for anyone, but all I can say is that I'm so thrilled that the baby and Mom are healthy, and that I get to meet this special person very soon.

Now, I guess I have to start packing before Mom gets home from work and discovers the disaster area that was once her living room.

One more sleep, and I'll be off on an amazing adventure with SiR.