Unfortunately, it's business-related, however, I enjoy these team meetings away, because my team-mates are good people, good company and the meetings are always productive, although they leave me exhausted ... they always did.
My boss Sue has introduced a new ritual at these two day bi-monthly meetings. In the evening we have a little fun, playing a newly invented (by Sue) game ... indulging in a bit of competitiveness, thereby raising money for the charity (http://www.bullying.co.uk/) that I nominated on behalf of Cliff (if people's preference was to donate to charity instead of buying flowers at his funeral).
The first meeting found me unable to speak, let alone participate, in the fund-raising. I sat there mute, focusing on keeping my shit together. I missed the second meeting due to being in Denmark, and am nervous about how I will react to Tuesday night's instalment. I know this though. Whatever I feel, however I react or cope ... it's ok. I'm in good company - a safe environment, and they understand. If I fall over, they'll pick me up. MAYBE, perhaps, I might even be able to participate this time.
I also know this. When the evening is over and I go back to my hotel suite, I will long to call him to say goodnight, like I used to ... smile, laugh and chat for ages. I used to miss him immensely, being away for just one night. And now, it's been almost 7 months. How the hell have I survived this?
Internet, I'll be back on July 30th.