No more clickety-click

I have to go now. I loved doing this and I loved meeting new friends and meeting up with old friends. I loved thinking about what to write and sometimes couldn't wait to hear your reactions. But I have to go now. I've got to put my energies into a few new things and I know I'm going to need all the extra time I can get. I've got you all bookmarked and speed-dialed and all. Call me sometime. It'd be fun to catch up.

Popover Heaven

There are only two ways to handle fatigue, in my opinion. One is to buck up and forge through it with all the outside help you can get. Strong coffee. Cold, bracing showers. (I once took No-Doze during a teen walkathon, my junior high version of speed.) Or you can give into it slowly, pampering yourself with all the soft and muted accoutrements that will eventually lead you to the Promised Land, where you can finally crawl into bed and sink into the pillows. Accoutrements, you say? Yes. Flannel pajamas for one. How good do they feel to put on before six, when you've had that kind of knock-out day at work? Foot soaks. Easy-reading magazines, like Style and Cigar Aficionado. And comfort food. Hubbie and I seem to be exhausted these days so I treated him to lunch today at the River Room at Macy's. Pink carpets, heavy black chairs, and warm POPOVERS. Best thing to salve a tired body since the mud bath.

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Gotta love our hometown sidearmer. Hooray for Opening Day!