I have leftover arugula raviola with roast beet pesto to eat for dinner. Nom.

I got some work done today (hello, life of a freelancer -- but no more work until Tuesday, I so decree), and we ran a billion errands (Staples, Trader Joe's, Target, and the grocery store) and got caught in the rain. Bringing groceries inside in the rain just blows. But then we ate dinner and watched the old Batman and Wonder Woman TV shows on the MeTV station, like the old people we secretly are, so it's all good. And I got chocolate-covered sea salt almonds at Trader Joe's, which I might have to bust out soon. (Also pomegranate limeade, which I originally intended to take to a pool party next weekend, but I kind of want to dump some tequila into and have a tasty beverage.)

Getting caught in the rain calls for pina coladas. Or some kind of limeade tequila concoction.

Coincidentally, we've had both today.

All of you people are eating better than I am. Although I had nice black bean and corn salad leftover from the work picnic, to which I added quinoa.

I had my usual grilled Portobello and caramelized onion with feta, spinach and garlic aioli on a toasted rosemary ciabatta this morning (god, that thing is so good) and then TJs kale slaw take home salad with extra cabbage for dinner.

No empanadas guys at the market. But I have enough salad fixings, and with the days off...

My hands and wrists are sore and I'm not sure how much is the grinding rather than battling fellow swimmers. I have bruises on both hands from this week at Parkville. And elsewhere.

Ugh, I am so friggin' tired. Yesterday I went to work, came home early (kids were not in school so DH & I split childcare duties), spent 3 hours moving furniture and boxes out of the living room to make it habitable again, and then hosted 3 11yo girls for a sleepover party. Which involved lots of yelps and screams, several dropped bottles of fingernail polish, and very little sleep. Today I spent the afternoon moving more boxes and furniture out of my sister's apt since we want to be OUT OUT OUT by Monday.

Arggh! AT some point finishing some of the work of clearing out shit has to translate to a feeling of relief, right? I'm not even asking for happiness or sense of accomplishment, I'm just tired of every step leaving me feeling more existentially bereft than before.

We're staying on the Executive level at our hotel, and so far I've chatted with Gigi Edgley and only realized it was her after we got off the elevator, saw Lani John Tupu and James & Sean Gunn, and passed Karl Urban in the hallway as he was coming out of his room.

shrift, if by any chance you see (or saw) a guy dressed as the Riddler, with the big gold question-mark staff that has a gold brain on it...I know that guy. It was part of a group thing, IIRC.

Well dang, shrift! That'll make the event more interesting.