So, I'd hoped this weekend would be the time to relax. My yoga studio is having an open house today--five hours of classes (short ones, 30 minutes, so you can try everything) along with 15 minute massages. All for $15. So I paid, signed up and came down with a cold on Thursday night. As much as I hoped it would be better by today, it's worse and I'm at home in a nightie, socks and sitting here with a box of Kleenex. My face is delightfully swollen and I'm reading posts about the H and M/Lanvin craziness and realizing that the red tulle dress in a size 8 is kind of me and will likely not be in stores by the time I feel up to going in. Indeed, I suspect nothing was left by the time I got up. I think this cold is my body's way of telling me to rest.
I would have loved to have gone to the Thakoon sample sale this week too but given that it was on Thursday and Friday when I spend all day in class, there was little chance of that. Hell, I don't even know why I'm thinking about the luxury of clothes shopping and going to sample sales when I can't even make it to the post office or bank. I now have run out of checks and have an expired check in my wallet so I think a trip to Citibank has to be in order on Monday.
I did hear that my paper proposal was accepted for our big annual conference (this year it is in New Orleans). It's not a huge achievement but the organization is capricious and has rejected its own president's paper in past years. I am happy to be going, especially as I plan to organize a mini bachelorette party for my dear friend Lisa there. It's the only real chance I'll get to do this before her wedding as we live on separate coasts (she's in Santa Barbara).
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