Nothing. What are you doing?

A colleague of mine sent me an email about some Professor of some University...Harvard....who's going to speak at some big conference that it would behoove me to attend.

I skimmed it.
Kachu Piccu Harvard BodyTalk Workshop Conference Deepening Cutting Edge. Sounds like something smart I'm missing out on. AGAIN!. Thanks for rubbing it in.

Yo, housewife sitting in front of your tv eating valentine's chocolates, watching the olympics with the acute awareness that if that were you on the ice and you took that fall you'd be immobile for weeks and it would take MONTHS, YEARS, THE REST OF YOUR LIFE YOU'RE SO NOT YOUNG ANYMORE to get over that kind of fall. So it doesn't really matter if I eat the entire box of Godiva's once I come to that sort of realization about what my over 40 body is capable of, does it!

I walked an extra loop around the lake at the dog park and passed all the women who were sporting trendy little jock outfits. Pretended I was passing Norway, Finland, Germany, France. My dog wanted to stop and French sniff their dog's butts but I kept on marching past them with the wind in my hair, dragging my dog by her neck. Going for the gold.

We have a plumber coming over to the house to fix our pipes in the basement -- the real plumbing problem that is the cause of all the plumbing problems above ground. It will be nice when the upstairs toilet will actually flush instead of regurgitating six towels worth of water all over the floor. And I'm looking forward to being able to turn on the dish disoposal without water shooting out of the filtered water spigot, all over the counter and under the sink where the construction guy forgot to caulk before getting fired.