i spent about 10 years of my life practicing ballet once/twice a week. this means that i spent about an hour a week, for ten years..... that's 31,200 minutes of my life (i think? i used a calculator?) spent on my toes. but this morning i failed at tiptoeing between the kitchen and the living room. i had a chore i didn't finish last night, so there i was at 10 AM unloading an entire bin of newspapers into paper bags for the city's Wednesday recycling pick-up. all the while, greta was probably tossing and turning and cringing in her bed while i'm bending over and trying to pick up the bags as quietly as i could, pressing them into my chest as hard as i could, as if i could hush the noise with a small blessing i like to call my breasts. but no such luck. then to top it off, i almost fell down two flights of stairs during my grocery-bag balancing act. and to think i lived to tell you about it.

i hope Derek can make me another pot of tar-black coffee. i'm going to need it.