Right, that’s me.
I could tell you all about our weekend but then you would have to hear about how Bryan did our taxes and I did eight loads of laundry. Okay there’s actually more.
My dad was en route back to the U.S. from a conference in Tblisi, Georgia where he was a speaker (sort of sounds like my career) and fortuitously had a night layover in London. We were very happy to have him and had a nice night eating steak frites at Entrecote and then going to see “Gran Torino”. Would you have Clint Eastwood’s baby? I totally would.
So this morning I get to work in all my third trimester glory (today I think it starts) and I decide for the umpteenth time I am too dizzy to sit at my desk and work. Usually this means I retreat to sitting on the floor in the corner but today I decided that wouldn’t do. I needed to be horizontal. In a PG-rated sort of way.
So I bit the bullet and requested one of my firm’s “sleeping pods”. I have been dying to see these anyway. I just assumed they would look egg-like similar to the spaceship in Mork & Mindy or the loos at Sketch. But it turns out they are like mini hotel rooms. Law firms are magical and mysterious places.