I am astonished at how this past week flew. And today (I mean Tuesday though it's actually Wednesday now)—I swear it was a week long all by itself. I worked my fanny off from the time I got up till pretty much now. But it was a productive day. Here's what I managed to accomplish:
• I woke up at 7:57 a.m. after getting to sleep past 2:00 a.m. (or so).
• I dragged myself to the shower to try and come back to life before getting a scheduled called from Boston at 8:30 a.m.
• I spoke in mostly complete sentences, 45 minutes' worth of them, while talking with Tony Kahn. It was an official interview. I was being recorded. For broadcast. This is way out of my comfort zone. I needed another shower by the time we were through.
• I succeeded in having clammy hands for the rest of the day.
• I poached eggs in a fresh spicy tomato sauce.
• I completely and repeatedly spaced off announcing that I was today's guest blogger at Segullah. Sorry about that, you three faithful readers. It's not too late for you to visit and read. Please do, in fact, . . . and maybe leave a comment so I can feel like I'm not wasting their space.
• I put deceptively simple-looking almost-but-not-quite-finishing touches on this new website. I am very happy about it—it's the next incarnation of Tony Kahn's Morning Stories work. Please, please, check it out, and check out Morning Stories too. I promise you will love it. Love, love, love. AND. If you visit the website you will get to hear the fast edit of my early morning talk with Tony. He wanted to quiz me about Gigi's death and the coffin we built. I know I've told some of you a little about it, right? Just haven't blogged the story yet. (Don't expect the whole story in the interview.)
• I spent a half-hour at D.I. with Rob, right before closing time. This was my one break of the day. Found nuthin.
• I paid the mortgage.
• I exchanged letters with Rob.
• I discovered I'm getting sick.
• I drank a blackberry smoothie, made by Chef Rob, through two straws from a giant milk glass vase while soaking in a warm tub. And it doesn't get much better than that without company.
Tomorrow? I plan to accomplish nothing besides sleeping and eating. My universe has to balance out sometime.