shadowdaddy's uncle did his best to recover from leaving to the airport at 4 AM East coast time via carefully applied shut-eye in the guest bedroom. I woke up feeling tired but not frazzled. After our walk on the waterfront (and the taking of the picture of the Worst Public Art in Seattle for the next issue of Tablet - my first writing assignment in two months!), we made it back home and I realized I didn't feel like crying for the first time in two days. I took a shower, then shadowdaddy and I did Pilates for the first time in months at our first "duet" session at the 12th Avenue Pilates studio. After our asses were kicked and we were left groaning and aching, I found I felt quite invigorated and was excited about going out to La Spiga for Italian food. An order of chestnut soup, butternut squash farotto, red wine, and panna cotta later, and suddenly I find all is well with the world.I sure hope I can keep this feeling going for another couple of days.
I never read the news today beyond what I saw on the headlines while I was waiting to pick up The Uncle at the airport - not even once.
Now I need to study for my test Thursday and write my story. Then I WILL get to sleep by 11.
