Re-Charging

So there I was, just cruisin' along in vacation mode. We were saying goodbye to the relatives before heading over to the airport, when, WHAM. BANG.

I hit a crash of unbelievable magnitude. As in face-first-splat-into-a-brick-wall crash. I had been metering out my energy as the vacation went by, and just the day before was smugly thinking that I had actually done pretty well. That is, until every last drop of energy suddenly evaporated there in my parent's dining room.

So strange, almost surreal. I wobbled my way out to the rental car and poured myself onto the back seat. Even though the temps were unseasonably warm, suddenly I felt teeth-chattering-ly cold. I threw my new Green Bay Packer sweatshirt over my head and wished like heck that I were instantaneously home in my own bed. Over the course of the road trip over to the airport, two flights and one layover, I alternated between being tearful and comatose and nauseous and cranky.

I don't know if Greg and Terese have witnessed a Julia meltdown like this before, but boy, did they get an eyeful.

I'll catch up with y'all tomorrow, after I spend yet another day recharging these old batteries.