It’s hard to express just how overwhelmed and exhausted I have felt lately, with the volume of work I’ve had. (Sorry if I haven’t replied yet to your comments or emails.) It feels like I can’t keep my head above water or see land on the horizon. I may post more about this, but for now… I HAVE ESCAPED!
After struggling (and succeeding, with his cooperation) at getting my younger son out of bed and on his way to school, I made it to the ferry heading for Vancouver Island in time for the 1 pm sail. (No, I’m not going to see Harry and Meghan, as they are now back in England. Despite their invitation, the timing just wasn’t right. [No, of course that didn’t actually happen!])
Getting buy-in for the trip took some haggling with the husband, who seemed to think that one night paid for with Airmiles and one at a discounted web rate was more than we could afford. My reply was not pretty, as in “Well what the f**k am I killing myself at work for if I can’t even spend the money for one night at a hotel?!” (Bear in mind that we both make a pretty good living.)
I told my husband that if I didn’t get away by myself to try to recharge, I would die. He accused me of being hyperbolic, but truly, that’s how it feels. In the end, he did support me, just like he supports the long hours I spend at the office away from our home. Good man, but he just really doesn’t understand how I feel.
So, anyway, back to the ferry… We pulled away from Horseshoe Bay, North of Vancouver. I’m afraid that I had a really hard time trying to relax, particularly as there was one task I didn’t do that is making me feel guilty. (Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow… or Sunday… or Monday.) The sky was pretty grey, but at least it’s better than the headache-inducing overhead LED lights at the office.
The view for most of the journey was extreme nothingness… kind of like my life outside of work. Well, that’s actually because it’s almost non-existent, as I have work-work balance.
I do like the ferry journey, although I did find another seat when the guy in front of me was snuffling and obviously sick. Probably just a cold, but still…
After nearly two hours, we pulled into Nanaimo and I made the half-hour drive to one of my happy places on the Island. Rustic, but restful, nestled in amongst the trees only steps away from the shore. Here are some pictures of my home-away-from-home (until Saturday) where the sun had finally come out.
Am I the only person who does this? I was so not happy with how the room was arranged, so I did my usual trick and moved the furniture around until the room felt good to me.
I put all my clothes away, then went out and picked up a bottle of wine, some snacks, and the components of simple breakfasts and lunches. What else does a girl need? A 99 cent flower for the table! Now that’s a pick-me up!
I managed to get a last-minute booking for a soak in the spa’s mineral pool and hot tub. The pool apparently gets its minerals from a spa in Hungary — not sure I believe that, but it did feel nice. I let out an involuntary sigh when I walked down the steps into the water. There is so much sodium, that you can lie flat with all your muscles relaxed (took me a few tries to relax) and just float on the surface, listening to the ethereal music piped underwater.
The best thing, though, was the hot tub. I have had such trouble with a muscle in the back of my right hip and around the hip joint, that I limp and wince everywhere I go. I know I need physiotherapy, but I haven’t been able to schedule the time away from work. The heat and jets of the tub worked wonders, though! And because it’s part of the spa, rather than the hotel, there are only maximum 8 people in the whole pool/hot tub area at any one time. SO relaxing.
(Skip right past this paragraph if you are offended by NSFW Richard material.) There is a waterfall feature in the mineral pool that always reminds me of a certain scene in a certain NSFW story by Judiang about Sir Guy of Gisborne and Marian. (I warn you… it is about Richard and it is very NSFW.) Today, however, there was a honeymooning couple behind the waterfall feature for most of the time, pretty much killing that bit of imagination. (Unfortunately, there aren’t any pictures of the waterfall feature itself online, and cell phones are not allowed inside.)
After the spa pool, I went to the neighbourhood pub, which does things right. I had a lager and lime and a steak and Stilton pie with salad, all of which were divine!
Most of all, I am enjoying being alone with my own thoughts, the majority of which are finally not about work. (You know it’s bad when you even dream about the spreadsheets you are working on. Oh, the horror!)
And now, finally, I have a few moments I can call my own, where I have enough mental energy to blog. Thanks for reading along.
Well, that’s it for tonight. I’m off to have a glass of dry rosé with some barbecue chips (don’t knock it ’til you try it) while watching an episode of House M.D.