Waiting

I'm writing this from a rather nice Best Western hotel in the middle of WA state while waiting for a road - any road - to open up long enough to let me get home. So if this post seems disjointed it's because I've been in the car for the past two days. Or it may be because I'm trying to keep my two very active dogs, who have also been in the car for the past two days, from releasing their pentup energy in a way that will get us kicked out of this rather nice Best Western.

I'm convinced that abscence somehow triggers something in the universe and all of the sudden people want to talk to me or want me to do things. Things that would normally be accomplished in an hour if I were at home - or maybe at worst two hours if I were somewhere else - become undoable while 'on the road' and yet that's when everyone wants to talk to me. I've had two requests from reporters in the past two days who want high-resolution product photographs and need them by tomorrow. Those are located on my home computer and if I can't get over one the passes tomorrow I'll be out of luck. Thankfully both reporters are a little more sympathic to the fact I might not be able to supply them with what they need when I explain that the state is basically under at State of Emergency.

Then I got an email from BIG company today wanting to see more samples. Of course this gets me worked up into a tizzy and I get frantic thinking about all the pieces of the puzzle that have to come together before the Feb 2 deadline I've been given (they are reviewing all their products in my catagory on that date). So now I'm trying to get ahold of the graphic designer, a researcher, and access the US Trademark online database (which appears to be down). I'm also sending messages to my husband - who is safetly home - asking him to check on status of specific packaging that I stashed somewhere in the basement before leaving for the holidays. Unfortunately I can't give him a better idea of where they may be - just "in a box in the basement." I'm sure these are the days he wishes he'd married someone less crazy.

So keep your fingers crossed for me. I just need one of the three passes over the Cascades to open tomorrow. Is that too much to ask?