The Escape Artist

                                                                         This past two week has been so busy I have had no time to write. This past weekend I was away at my daughters house for her birthday. We went to one of those Escape rooms. I've always wanted to try one. We split into two groups women and men and went into separate rooms. We are given a timer with 45 minutes to escape from the room. I felt very overwhelmed to begin with and I didn't know where to start. Eventually though I get my brain into gear and finally figure out there isn't an order to solve them, you just work on any clue. I manage to solve the final three clues which give us the answer to opening the box with the key. The final clue was one of my favourite puzzles. One where you are given a list of random dates and times and you have to figure out the next one in the sequence. We manage to get out with 7 minutes left. The guys unfortunately were still in there when the buzzer went off. So, bragging rights for the women. We went back to my daughters house after for pizza, cake and tequila shots. Since my daughter is pregnant, being a considerate mom I took her shots for her. So, I had two for everyone else's one. I went to bed at 2am, but then Doomsayer came in the room at 3am putting all the lights on and falling over. He was meant to be sleeping on the sofa in the basement. So, I got up pushed him onto the bed and went and slept on the sofa. I tried to go back to sleep but my daughters cats all wanted to snuggle. So, I had one on my head and two on my stomach. In the morning I was feeling very delicate. My head and stomach were not in pristine condition. We all went to Smittys for breakfast but mine didn't even make it out of the restaurant after a speedy restroom stop. The journey home was long with an open window and some plastic grocery bags. I'd like to say I'll never do it again but I know myself too well.