Today was a haze. Waking up, or rather, not going to bed the night before worrying about flying for the first time by myself. Hang only flown as a lost puppy a mere four years ago.
Or maybe it was the fact that the Uber ride ditched us  in the morning and threatened my arrival time by leaving without a word.  Perhaps it was the fact that my looming health issue blossomed into a burning rose.
“You can come to the front now, you’re prescription has been filled,” said the doctor at what had to be faster than lightning speed.
“Okay!” I relied, speed walking to catch up to her.
“Weeeeee ohhhhh!” blared the blindingly shiny silver light on the wall.
“There has been, ” spoke the speaker on the wall, “an emergency reported in the building, please go to fire stairwells and do not use elevators.”
I smelled smoke, but didn’t see. Luckily as fire trucks sped to us, the doctor allowed me to leave.
When I finally made it back to my hotel, I was pooped. Five o’clock PA time meant I lost and hour and still needed to be functioning at six for our dinner and work time.
My mind went to it… “Just fifteen minutes??” I begged myself, like I was a child.
I allowed it, springing up into action when the time was up only to be startled by, “There has been an emergency reported in the building, please go to fire stairwells and do not use elevators.”
“WHAT?! AGAIN??!!” I thought. This is a different building!!
There was never a reason given for why both alarms were triggered.. All I know is that no matter where I go, ALL OF PHILADELPHIA IS I ON FIRE!!! 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥
theteachingbee 
Oh dear, so disconcerting! At least you know you got your steps in! I hope you were able to get a good night’s sleep without another fire drill!
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