Yesterday was a pretty busy day.
I already had a list of errands to do before I could plop down on a seat and tweet my way through #friendsofricki to support SoCal Lady Bloggers who were at the taping, stopping halfway to take a big phone call, then making dinner and sitting down to attend two Twitter parties at once, the #spallblog that SoCal has been working on, and the #yeson37 that is important to me personally.
It was easier doing it on the computer, so while managing two different streams on a throttled Tweetdeck I keep running up and down to check on my son, who was happily entertained with an iPad and a movie.
A wine glass full of sweet tea became my companion, for a couple hours, my fingers quickly typing while I nursed my sweet treat. Somewhere, with running up and down and my glass being forgotten a couple trips, I looked down and saw two small gnats had found an early demise in my drink.
Disappointed, I pushed it away from me and continued typing, hashtags filling my vision and thougths of what the heck to put in a bio about my clouding my brain.
The tea mocked me from it’s position at the edge of my vision, just out of my way but not wuite out of my reach.
After the parties ended and the Internet slowed down, I started to close down for the night, checking Facebook again to hear the latest about reality TV I do not watch.
Strains from a familliar song in Fantasia 2000 playing, one I immediately smiled over, loving the song, but not recognizing the song yet.
Then the image of the giant phoenix of fire from ‘The Firebird’ flashed in my brain along with the wail of fear from my son.
Quickly, I finished my tea in one gulp and ran downstairs to sit and watch him, talking about fires and that new forests grow again, making him smile as we watched the nice deer help his friend.
Then it hit me.
I brushed my teeth twice.