age is relative...or is it? no, it's not.

The only conclusion I can draw from all of this is that I'm old, and anyone older who tells me differently is full of shit.

I'm in Vancouver right now, sitting on my sister's computer (I guess she doesn't feel the need to be hospitable and buy a wireless router for her guests), because yesterday, I drove all afternoon from Calgary to visit my other sister, who has flown in for a week from England to visit. On Saturday night I packed my things, cleaned the house a bit, and then went to bed, but sleep eluded me. Don't ask me why. I normally don't have trouble sleeping, especially not when I have something to wake up for (being unemployed for two months doesn't really leave you with a lot of reason to get up at a decent hour, but that's for another time), but I guess because I had to make a nine-hour drive after church and end it with a visit with my family, I was keyed up and couldn't nod off.

And that was the crappy part - I was up at 6:30, at the church by 7 and played two services after what was basically an all-nighter. I then, without diversion, jumped in the car, hit the road and drove across BC, finally arriving at my destination later on that night. I drove alone. I would have loved some company (as I'm sure my fellow road-mates would have as well, seeing as I almost ran a couple of them off the road, being tired like that), but no one needed to go to Van, I guess. Plus, I didn't really tell anyone until the day I left, so there's that...

And holy crap, did I feel like dump at the end of it. That's ok though, because I get to do it all again on Wednesday when it's time to go home to Calgary.