Saw the nutcracker at Lincoln Center tonight. It was totally sweet. We didn't take my youngest because we thought it might be too long for him. Apparently, before Maggie left (I was already at work in Manhattan), he said "You're going somewhere without me?"
Heartbreak, heartbreak.
I've got to slow down. I stared getting sick monday night, took Tuesday off from work... but went to Carnegie Hall to hear my unbelievably talented sister-in-law perform... felt a bit better this morning, so like an idiot I went to the gym, did the cardio thing as well some weights... and now, getting back from the city, I'm all sick again.
I've got to let myself operate at 75%... it doesn't have to be 0% or 104% ALL of the time.
Does it?
Love to all. Especially you, the puppy in the doggie hospital.
p.s. I promise to be more coherent after this post.
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