6:30 a.m.: Wake up and chug as much coffee as possible. Check emails, national and local news, weather. Cold and pouring rain — great.

7 a.m.: Throw on my “attractive” rain gear. I am now the spitting image of one of those Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Head down to the barn to feed the horses. At least they don’t care about my fashion choices.

8 a.m.: Horses fed, barn cat fed. Everyone is cold and wet, but happier with full stomachs. As I slosh back to the house, I realize my Australian shepherd, Sydney, and I both resemble dirty wet mops. If my city friends could see me now! More coffee, try to get feeling back in fingers and toes. Change out of farm gear and into city gear (business suit); head Downtown.

9 a.m.: Meeting at Coffee Slingers with clients Mike McAuliffe (OKC Events and Entertainment) and Alesha Leemaster (Devon Energy) to discuss plans for the seventh annual Devon Energy Holiday River Parade. This is going to be another great Holiday River Parade. Such a fabulous event for OKC, highlighting our wonderful Oklahoma River.

11 a.m.: Head over to the Skirvin Hotel to meet with Steve Houser (director of sales and marketing) to powwow about our Skirvin Centennial week. It’s go time! The Centennial Gala is this Friday. So far, so good: Week’s events are going great, gala is sold out, we’ve raised over $100,000 for the Homeless Alliance and the Foundation for OKC Public Schools, and media coverage has been fabulous. But still, so so much to do. A challenging project, but also very rewarding. The support from the community has been outstanding. Extremely proud to be a part of this fabulous city!

Noon.: Head across the street to the Chase building for a strategic planning committee lunch with client, Fellers Snider law firm. Big Truck Tacos delivered — yum! I strategically plan what delectables to put on my plate. We get some real work done, as well.

1-5 p.m.: Sit down at my desk — finally. Following up with media on scheduling interviews for the Skirvin Centennial, work with my graphic designer on finalizing the programs for the gala, and work on the seating and the guest list. Receive a call from a “friend” I haven’t talked to in years asking if I could “score” them a few seats to the gala. Are you kidding me? The words “sold out” apparently mean nothing. It takes all I have not to throw my phone across my office. Deep breaths.

5 p.m.: Race back to the farm. Still raining, throw on my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle outfit and head down to the barn to feed the horses dinner. Quick change back to “city” gear, shake hay from hair. Meet my dear friend Molly Ross Fritch at Balliets for its fundraiser to cure breast cancer. A glass of wine (or two) and good friends: just what the doctor ordered!

8 p.m.: Back home at my desk. Writing script and production timeline for the Skirvin Gala. Pull more hay out of my hair. Did everyone at Balliets see the hay? I can’t be cool, no matter how hard I try.

2 a.m.: Bed, finally. Going to do it all again tomorrow. I know it is better to be busy than bored, but bored is sure looking luxurious right about now.

Photo by Shannon Cornman