these old bones

that is the title of the worst dolly parton song ever (and despite what you might think, she has very few that aren't 100% amazing) but it is also how i'm feeling after the last week. a recap:

*48 hour trip to cleveland with two business dinners/drinking excursions

* 2 airport roundtrip taxi rides with LA yellow taxi, which is like 'mr toad's wild ride' at disneyland without the cute characters or promise of a corn dog at the end

* homeowner's associaton meeting, also deemed 'showdown at the ok corral,' which resulted in my being elected president. wtf?

* taking up tennis. after many years of not playing, the mister and i have taken up the racket again and have played for three days straight now. it's not as easy to run around the court as it was in the days of healthy lungs and lithe body, which have long passed, but it's fun & free, kind of like employee assistance program psychotherapy.

* a drunken evening of homemade spaghetti bolognese & blueberry blintz cheesecake (oh, and salad)

* more work insanity than you can shake a stick at

at least we did get a chance to work in a viewing of the 'step up' episode of 'jackie woodman.' boo-ya!