I left work late today under a moderate amount of stress.  Nothing unusual, just a number of items beginning to stack up.   Probably not much different than your day.  But it was exacerbated by a prior poor night’s sleep.  I woke early in the morning with chest pains.  Not the  heart attack kind, rather the type of pain due to the consumption of a poorly vintaged pinot noir with one of those memorable labels- The Red Bicyclete.  Realizing that I was not dying, I walked around the quiet house checking on the kids.  My dog and cat were both asleep on my 10 year old’s bed.  The dog thumped its tail a few times when I peeked in through the darkness.  I made my way down stairs and slipped into a quiet chair, opened a book and fell back asleep.

It was a busy week for me.  But in good way.  I was vacationing in St. Maarten, on the Dutch side with my family during an odd time when our relatives from the East coast had their spring break weeks after we did in Indiana.  Being that you can’t pick your relatives I had no choice but to attend this far away gathering. But there was one catch; we would be returning on Saturday evening, well after  Little 500 would have been completed.  

See the race archived here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XuDBTSaA8QQ&feature=player_embedded.