Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Friday, November 09, 2012
Tonight I had the Sober Husband drop me off at the gym. He proceeded on to a cocktail party, while I had a good, long, strenuous workout. By the time I was out of the shower, he was waiting to drive me home.
I felt like exercising, not drinking. WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME? I used to be so much fun.