I'll serve you just to serve

Today is a very sporting day. First was the marathon, which I mark not by running 26.2 miles, but by clapping and "whoo!-ing" nonstop for three hours. It's exhausting, and probably the most athletic thing I do all year. Here's a photo I found on Flickr from today. I'm in it. So's Dollo. Can you find us?

And now the hockey game is on. It is too hot in here (or I am too fevery) to keep my new gorgeous amazing Beukeboom jersey on (#23, son!).

I feel pretty miserable again. While out clapping and "whoo!"-ing, I was not feeling pain for I was entirely into it. But now I am home and hurting again.

I really want a grilled cheese sandwich. "So make a grilled cheese sandwich" you might say. Except I don't have cheese or bread. What a disgrace. I am a grownup, with money, and I elect to keep a home that doesn't include bread and cheese? It's only now that I realize how ridiculous this is.