All Stuffed Up and Nowhere To Go

The last week has been crazy. I've been up to all sorts of madness, which is perhaps why I hit a brick wall Sunday night and have been laid out with some sort of crazy flu ever since. But before the fates saw fit to consign me to bed rest for an indeterminate period of time, I was able to get in a few fun activities over the last few days like:

• sit in on oral arguments at the 9th Circuit. as far as i'm concerned, the court of appeals is, hands down, the most beautiful building in SF.
• mitigate the devastating effects of my auto-haircut. after getting over the initial shock of the color change and the "what the hell were you thinking" trim i had given myself, my hairstylist chopped it all off and gave me a sporty new do. a major testament to her creative talent.
• go for three long runs and one long bike ride in the park. six and a quarter mile run on sunday, people. she's back.
• go grocery shopping. if you have any idea how long it's been since i last did that, you know what a big deal it is.
• sell fancy clothes to all the rich SF folk. it must be somebody's idea of a joke to have me selling designer clothes at a boutique in the marina. listening to people chat about all the different jean cuts and their relative benefits is like studying a foreign language. hopefully some of y&i's fashion sense will rub off on me.
• have a slumber party with the girls. and no, we did not have a pillow fight. we actually sat around drinking beer, watching football, and talking politics for most of the evening.
• go dancing in the mission. skylark on a friday rocks!
• have dinner at eric's. damn that guy can make a mean rosemary potato!

And now I've been reduced to a feverish and whimpering ball of snot, pathetically moaning aloud to my very unsympathetic cat. I think I'm going to try crawling to the kitchen to make myself some tea. If I'm not back in a week, send help.