The day after

So we had a take home final exam this weekend, that was due on Monday at 9 am.

Of course I didn't leave enough time to get it printed and had to dash to the university print shop - only to realize that I had not brought my memory stick. It's now 8:55 am. and the clock is ticking.

Fortunately I see one of my classmates, a lovely guy named Shawn, with a lovely Newfoundland accent to boot. I love folks from Newfoundland. Logic tells me that there are likely bad apples from there too but if someone with a thick Newfoundland accent told me this was a stickup I don't think I'd believe them.

So Shawn lends me his stick and jokes that I should leave my answers on for him since he is writing it the next day. Ha ha.... It's 9:05 and I sprint the last flight of stairs to get it to the prof.
All is ok! yay! I am free.

My brain is now empty... quiet.... there is no huge pang of guilt. I am suddenly not wrestling down the rising sense of panic as I have been for the last 6 months.

People have a hard time adjusting to things when a major distraction disappears. Back in my brief theatre school days the players would all become a bit depressed once a play ended, they just didn't know what to do with themselves.

My friend and classmate Stephanie revealed to me today that she became concerned over her relationship with her boyfriend - it just seemed so pressing this weekend. And when did you finish exams I asked? Friday. Ha! there's you answer I said knowingly like the jowly old know it all that I have become.

And for me? did I go home and commune with ... the dogs I guess? no way! I went shopping.

But at times like these I never go shopping in a little way noooooo that would be too easy. No pair of manolo blahnics for this woman.

Nope I went car and house shopping.

Ok I didn't actually buy anything but I did take a Volvo CX70 for a test drive. (or some darn number - who cares really. It was clean and the radio, lights, and wipers worked and the interior wasn't cracked and falling apart, and it had a DVD for the kids.) And I promised to phone the car salesman back right after dinner.

And then I found the perfect house in Wakefield - lovely old 1875 farm house with 5 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms on 2 acres of land, 5 minutes walk from the town.

Already I could see me driving my newish volvo up to my rural estate that I would fill with perrenial gardens, soccer field, koi pond, vegetable patch, and fruit orchard.

I probably would have phoned the real estate agents but it was already midnight and even they don't work that late.

And suddenly it was 6:30 this morning when my boy jumped out of bed to play a video game on the computer, and i needed to turn the computer on for him, and as I was thinking about the computer.....

DAMN I LEFT MY ANSWERS ON SHAWN'S STICK!!!