Writer's group tonight, and I don't have a thing to wear read.

I'm also scrambling on my volunteer/underpaid work for the nonprofit, and begin my bimonthly stint at the magazine tomorrow. All while other clients scream at me from the sidelines (including my father, who would like me to actually do the things he's paid me for; this seems a bit unreasonable, of course).

Blogging will be light, possibly until the end of time.

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. . . is tomorrow. Usually when we have Thanksgiving dinner at someone else's place I cook an additional turkey at home. Often, it happens on the day after, but this time I'll be roasting a nine-pounder tomorrow, when we get back from church.

And then? Planes, Trains & Automobiles,of course.

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1 Happy Reprise Dinner! BTW - Why? Just curious.

Posted by: k at November 26, 2006 03:27 AM (lCUKc)

2 To generate leftover turkey, for soup and sandwiches, and to take advantage of the availability of cheap/free turkeys around Thanksgiving. This one cost me $3.

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. . . climbed while I was out of town. This is either a tribute to Cal Tech Girl's prowess, or a delicate way my readers have of suggesting that the best way to increase my hits is to stop writing.

Not that I'm hurt, mind you.

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But I'd rather have the door to sleep unlocked, versus locked—and a prison once I'm in it.

One of the officers on board the Titanic was asked how he could have slept through the hubbub that ensued when the ship hit the iceberg: "we don't get too much sleep," he replied. "So when we do sleep, we die."

These days I get drowsy, and it's delightful. I can nap at will, without fearing that I'll be out of commission for 18 hours—mostly.

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there is something deeply neurotic about someone who persists in cleaning off her glasses, and then pouring another gin and tonic, so the fizzy water jumps back up onto the lenses.

I have, um. An acquaintance. She does this sort of thing. Sisyphean, no?

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1 Has your friend tried removing her glasses BEFORE she pours? Cleaning her eyeglasses after? Wearing a Plexiglas face shield? Having the butler pour? Longer arms?

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2 No, no. The pouring isn't a problem. It's those first several sips of the G&T that do her in.

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3 It's those few LAST sips that do me in... Has your friend tried a sippy cup?

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Yesterday I got a couple of headaches during the day, but I didn't think much of it: I figured it was dehydration. Got light-headed a few times as we were setting up for the big monthly meetings. And my runny nose I chalked up to being in a meeting room with too many donated/dusty couches. Got chills though, late last night: my teeth chattered.

I slept 17 hours, and I'm still sniffly, dehydrated, and tired. So it's either some sort of little bug, or post-stress exhaustion. Yet tomorrow and Tuesday will be crunch days, so I'm "power-resting" right now. I need to get a lot done before we drive up to the Bay Area on Tuesday.

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A. Concentrate on my children's book.
B. Prepare for the inevitable divorce proceedings, once my husband sees just how badly the murder mystery sucks.
C. Throw myself into my nonprofit work.
D. Try to get some short stories published.
E. Work on that memoir thingy.
F. Drink red wine, and eat salad made with butter lettuce.
G. Get a real job.

UPDATE: Alphabet now alphabetized.

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"I'd like to see you," I tell him. "Once I'm past these deadlines."

"Do you have a recent picture?" He asks.

"Nothing under a year old. And I've put on some weight since then."

"I'm kind of busy lately," he remarks. "Why don't I give you a Yahoo address, and you can write me there . . . ?"

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1 Most likely married. Or, sadly, unwilling to date a healthy woman.

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2 Naw, he was just goofing--he's a friend

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B: "Am I self-centered, or is it just me?"

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I'm hanging out with young R, and his friend the college student. R mentions that he's got a crush on a 35-year-old woman, and his friend remarks, "you can learn a lot from these older women."

I try not to smile.

He turns to me and starts, "you know, speaking of which—" and then catches sight of my left hand. "You're married. Say, do you happen to have a daughter?"

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. . . when they have menopausal dreams?

Oh, wait—not everyone's that lucky, are they? Sorry, guys: your loss.

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Friday night my husband was out of town. I found myself on the Westside, so I crashed on my mother's couch. Pretty uneventful, except that she was weirdly thrilled to make up the couch as a bed, and her dog is not (contra what I was told) completely out of heat. Of course, homoerotic inter-species advances from pit bulls are about as subtle as those from 17-year-old human males. Word.

In the morning I half awoke and listened to my mother puttering around and making the strangest noises—not a hum, just a sort of "hm" noise, over and over. How annoying, I thought. Several hours later, I realized I do it myself.

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