Sigh…It’s been so long….No real reason. For a while it was too hot to do anything but complain and then I was just feeling lazy.

P. Brian Ford was here a few weeks ago. We had amazing sushi in Fremont and there was much laughing as tends to happen around P Brian Ford. (the P is for Party he always says) He is Peter’s best pal and a wonderful chap indeed. We also took him to the Cakeria and got down to business.

Claire was here last week, which was dream like. Peter was out of town so it was just us girlies and the blue eyed devils. It was glorious to be with her. It was a much needed connection. We hadn’t spent quality one on one time together in eons. She left at 5am for an early flight Wednesday morning and waking up and not having her here sucked. I cried. I was also so relieved when Peter got home Thursday night. It just seemed like he was gone for so long and the weight of single momdom had become too much.

Claire and I saw An Inconvenient Truth and while it was really wonderful and thought provoking and I’m glad I saw it, after a chocolate martini I was really more in the mood for something mindless. There are so many statistics that I kept having to tell myself to pay attention. There were cute hard core little democrats in the audience who would talk to the screen occasionally. Aw.

Speaking of global warming, last week, it was HOT HOT HOT. I do not like to be hot. Peter said “Eh, it’s only hot like that for a couple of weeks a year.” So I have done a little math. Say, A/C will cost $3,000. Two weeks is 14 days. That’s $214 per day that I would pay not to be hot. I just can’t stand it. I’m already foggy brained. Add intense heat and I can’t function.

We went to 1 year old Sophie H’s birthday party on Saturday and had a grand time with her parents and some other lovely friends. (Shoutout to the Munssons and Sherwoods!)There was lots of talk about dinners out, a potential chick spa trip and a potential trip with the 8 of us. I spent time baby hogging Solara M, guzzing Mimosas and eating cake. One of the hubbies has done lots of triathalons and while the idea of it sounds horrifying and grueling and well, distasteful, I was inspired by his passion for it. The look he had in his eyes when he was talking about it is the same look I think I would get if someone said “Hey, look over there! A luxurious swank hotel room reserved only for you with cake on tap and every single magazine you’d ever want to read!!”

I almost don’t want to type out that I’ve been feeling really good lately. But I have. Really good. Shhh. Oh and between me and you, I stopped injecting Methotrexate. Suck it. I’ll confess to my doctor next time I’m in but I’m conducting my own little experiment right now and it’s going well. My hair is still coming out and the fatigue remains but that for me is “really good”. The hair thing just doesn’t bother me. While it is somewhat disconcerting sometimes in the shower, it remains a nuisance and nothing I will put much effort into agonizing over. I have massive amounts of hair. Massive. I can do to lose a little.

I got the Arbus bio at the library and am fully absorbed. I also finally made a Cheesetastic workout mix for the gym. On it are Jessica Simpson’s newest cheese song “A Public Affair” and Fergie’s first solo single, “London Bridge”. Poptastic pleasures.

I discovered this equation yesterday evening:  1 glass of wine + headphones + cheesy workout mix on full volume + vaccuming = bliss. Especially when your children are screaming and carrying on for you to listen to them. Eventually, with enough ignoring, they tire of you and go upstairs to play quietly together. Nice.

And now, if you’ll excuse me, Dr. Hadley has a mile of patients (aka stuffed animals) out the door and needs me to be the nurse.