I'm tired today. Drained. My shoulder muscles are hammocks drooping lazily from my humerus and scapula. All my mind can concentrate on is how it's not concentrating on anything. One of those days.
I'm smack dab in the middle of a calendar so marked up with events, visitations, and assorted activities you'd think I was a McCain campaign adviser. It's been fun, but it feels a lot like a Japanese game show.
It kicked off earlier this month when my stepsister-in-law rented a converted warehouse in Queens, ordered some heaping trays of candied-bacon balls, and wed the nice Jewish doctor of every New York girl's clichéd fantasy. The wedding wasn't without it's hitches, but that didn't keep us from dancing until we collapsed in the back of a cab at 2 AM.
Suddenly we were on our way to NoFo to see "The Girls", three exhaustingly precocious nieces spending an extended weekend with their father. Everyone spent hours in the pool while I huddled in a dark corner room, reviewing spreadsheets and internet strategies over the phone because stupid Independence Day couldn't commit to a weekend. We had to be back home by Thursday so I could accept delivery of Excalibur, and by Friday were already planning on hosting an extended sleepover with my brother-in-law.
(Before I continue, I should remind my faithful readers that we, in fact, have no social life to speak of. Reruns of Entourage are a big night for us)
Monday night. Board meeting. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Last night the Loyal Order of NYC Parent Bloggers had it's semi-annual
drunkfest meeting. Attendance was high, with the usual suspects joined by new faces and others previously feared dead or captured. Much, much better than the board meeting, due largely to the all the dead guys.
And tonight, my brother, fresh off his tour of duty, arrives. For a week.
Oh, did I mention i have to fly to Detroit tomorrow? Yeah, that too, just for good measure.
This summer feels a lot like tubing. It's moving fast, lots of fun, but it's gonna leave me sore come August.