I couldn’t sleep last night because I was so excited. It was almost 1 a.m. by the time my eyes finally shut.
I had set my alarm for six. I had set two of them actually, but I wouldn’t need either. At 4:50 a.m., I noticed the first few rays of light creeping through my window. Wait. If I just noticed that then… yup, there goes the incessant meowing.
“The suns out, meow. I’m hungry, meow. Come on, meow. Get out of bed, meow. FEED MEEEEEEE!”
Of course you’re hungry. You’re always hungry. It’s something we have in common. But we’ve talked about this. Not before five. Please.
I roll over and see if I can ignore Winston for another 10 minutes or so. He knows what I’m doing so he pulls out the big guns: he starts licking a plastic bag. He knows how much that irks me, but I leave it one out for him out of guilt. He has so few things to do in this apartment. If licking a bag brings him joy, who am I to take that away?
I get up and feed him and go back to snoozing. It’s almost six. The little lazy voice in my head tries to tell me I could sleep longer if I didn’t go for a run, but I don’t listen. I put on my gear, eat a piece of toast and I’m out the door before the radio turns itself on.
Perfect running weather at this time in the morning. It’s glorious.
I get back and get ready. I put on the outfit I picked out three days ago because I am that much of a nerd. I get on the bus and pick up my Vrtucar behind the Bridgehead near work. I grab a coffee – decaf because I’m still off the caffeine, but love the taste. As I try and unlock the car door, I spill coffee all over my pretty dress.
It’s a sign.
The Universe is saying “Chill out. It’s not like you’re about to do brain surgery. Oh, and by the way, remember how you always carry that Tide To-Go pen in your bag? You’re welcome.”
I get in the car and I’m off to Morrisburg. I’m taking a route I’ve never used before. I’m super giddy. Everything is perfect. Even the radio is playing everything I need to hear.
The windows are rolled down. I’m car dancing to Kardinal Offishall when suddenly I smell it. Is that…
Oh my God! WATER!
This picture doesn’t do it justice. It’s so green right now. And the sun was making everything sparkle.
The biggest, most impressive bridge I’ve ever seen in my entire life. It’s so long I wonder how it could possibly be man-made. And all around it, the Saint Lawrence River. It’s all so beautiful, I can’t believe I never knew this was here. I can’t believe I’m actually here.
A short time later, I arrive at Upper Canada Playhouse.