Finally! I am feeling way, way better, in fact good enough to do all the work I ignored while ill, and also ignore here, since it felt too much like time-suckery.

Ah, but now I am feeling normal enough to return here and chat about myself. Whilst yawning.

So–to recap:

–still tired
–doing well on working out. Yay!
–writing as much as possible.
–seeing friends, including having dinner with one who was in town from South Carolina, which was great. I had sole with harissa and coriander yogurt. And tiramisu!
–seeing the Greco-Sicilian Doctor on her birthday and getting not one, but two pairs of cute shoes at DSW!
–uh . . .

and, to my ultimate shame, walking outside wearing a brown-patterned dress, brown tights and black shoes. Ugh! It was only to retrieve the garbage cans, but still–ginormous fashion don’t.

Oh! And we also saw Akira Kurosawa’s The Seven Samurai over the weekend. What an amazing film, as though you all didn’t know that already. I was engrossed for all 3+ hours of it. Plus saw The Young Victoria, and once again, Rupert Friend’s excellent acting skills astonish me. ‘Cause, you know, he’s really pretty, and really pretty guys aren’t normally such good actors because they don’t have to be. But he is.

Although I’d like to know what Rupert is doing wearing my shoes.

(And, it should be noted, that although I admire his prettiness, he is not tagged as an ‘Object of Lust (non-Clive edition) as many of my eye candy posts are).

Many movies this weekend: The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, which I liked, but the heroine’s hair was both hideous and complicated. The Super-Smart Lawyer and I had wine and ground lamb pizza. Much wine. Toby Stephens is hawt. We agreed a dance party at our house is in order. Apropos of nothing, just that we both like dancing (and did I mention the wine?!?)

Then on Saturday, the Spouse and I watched Volver, starring Penelope Cruz, who tops the Spouse’s list, now she’s gotten a little older and is packing on a little weight. It was good, did not veer into magic realism as I’d feared. We drank Spanish wine to honor the country of origin.

And on Sunday, in a rare outdoor-Frampton sighting, I saw Burn After Reading AT A MOVIE THEATRE with the Greco-Sicilian Doctor. She liked it more than I did, which is good, ’cause we were celebrating her birthday.

Yeah, yawn. I’m dull. But well-viewed.