In the past couple of days I have: almost left an earring at an airport ExpressSpa, run through SFO to retrieve it, attended with my daughter a class on seizures, reviewed radiographic images of a human brain suffering from pork parasites – also with my daughter, seen Dallas Buyer’s Club in the theater (terrible writing, great acting), cooked a dinner of 3 Chinese dishes – in university housing, and walked through a torrential and uncommon San Diego downpour.
More than I’d packed into 2 days since I got married. My goodness.
Now I have that odd sensation of a slightly wiggly brain. You know what I mean? Exercised, and probably not worth pushing to get more out of it? So today, my friends, I’m pinning to this board, What To Do On A Saturday Morning.
Have a wonderful weekend.