Woke up at 6am to Finn yelling. It was my day to get up with the kids so I dragged myself out of bed. I think I functioned with my eyes closed for a full hour before I decided I couldn’t deal anymore and asked Peter to take over. The day after injecting Methotrexate I’m always draaaaagggginggggg. This morning was no different. I went back to sleep at 7ish and woke up at 10:30 still feeling sluggish but in a grand mood. I had quiche and fruit and then slowly pulled on some clothes and threw some stuff together to go meet E&M&AJ at Alki Beach.Fantastic. It wasn’t crowded or too hot or too chaotic. Sure, both of my children sprinted to different ends of the beach but for the most part they were lovely and Mick and Peter did most of the corralling while Elizabeth, the truly luscious Ava-Jaemes and I lolled on the blanket. Coffees and sandwiches from the bakery and we have perfection. Caffeine plus good company makes a very happy Emily. Once again I was taken over by my city love. Note to self: Must do more housing research in West Seattle. On the way home, Finn was quiet and pensive, Hadley fell asleep and we drove sleepily home as the rain started to fall. After we got home, the kids scattered around the house making sure everything was properly taken out and dumped out while I puttered in the kitchen making turkey burgers with havarti and baked sweet potato fries. Again, perfection. Well, not perfection…my burgers were dry. My mom called while I was making dinner to discuss her upcoming trip here. (Ellen in Sammamish 2006!) After dinner I put on music sans lyrics about animals square dancing or ABCs and went to work cleaning the kitchen. Peter had taken Finn upstairs for a bath and Hadley sat quietly at the kitchen table drawing and occasionally asking how to spell things and wanting me to draw intricate animals. I actually stopped at one point and smiled. About nothing really and everything. My entire body ached. My knees throbbed. I felt weak and a bit nauseous but life is really fucking good.

The finale of Will and Grace almost didn’t happen in the Provost household. Thursday night at 9:38 when I realized that Tivo hadn’t caught it I shrieked. Real shriek people. Peter immediately did what Peter does, turned to his laptop and began typing feverishly and suddenly said “got it!” I said “what?” still mid wail about how the world was going to end and how pissed I was. Turns out Brad Wilson taped it and said he would burn a DVD of it. Yes, Brad saves the day. Again. (The kid taped the entire first season of Weeds. Speaking of Weeds…that’s another thing to look forward to.) Cut to the next night (or the next?) when I was watching it. Peter dragged the DVD player upstairs for us to watch it. He forgot the remote though so when the show went to its first commercial I sighed heavily and asked him to go downstairs to get it…when like magic the commercials were skipped. I lit up like a Christmas tree. Good work, my friend. I swear, it’s the little things.

As far as other finales….Even though The O.C. is my most delicious secret indulgence, I didn’t care that Marissa died. Maybe it’s because I knew from reading the gossip mags. Although even if I hadn’t known there was so much angsty, skinny tie, brooding music in the background, you knew SOMETHING bad was going to happen.

Scrubs finale was juicy. Scrubs and I go way back and I have loved it from the beginning. It just makes me happy. Pure and simple.

ANTM finale was …meh. I didn’t really care that much. I wanted Joanie to win although I liked Danielle so I’m not salty about her winning. I breathed the biggest sigh of relief when Jade was booted. I mean, please. Who were the producers kidding with her? You’re not breaking into any kind of modeling world at 26 unless it’s for orthopedic shoes.

The end to a perfect day begins now as I crawl into bed with fresh sheets to read the new Vogue  and eat my 34th chocolate brownie in 2 days. Bonne Nuit.