First and foremost, THANK YOU to my fabulous Book Club, who threw a Book shower last night, filling my car with tons of baby/children’s books (and other various goodies).  That was so sweet, so unexpected, and so awesome.  Typical of the Book Club.

My husband stayed home last night and WENT JOGGING.  No, seriously.  Isn’t he amazing?  He took Charlie (who LOVES to go running) and they both came back exhausted.  The dog was nodding off by the time the news came on. 

I really don’t have much to chat about today, because I myself am nodding off.  I’ve never been this tired before.  Ever.  I have no idea why this is so exhausting to me.  I used to work two jobs, one of them being an overnight gig.  I’ve done shows, overlapping and back to back, for periods of six months or more.  I spent a week in New Orleans.  But this?  Merely existing with a fetus inside of me?  Yeah, knocks me on my ass.  As I heard so often from my father in my youth, “my git-up-and-go has done got up and left.”

In a world where the leading news stories involve the condition of Britney’s abdomen, Osama’s beard dye job, and anything OJ Simpson, I feel like I should offer you an escape.

This is all I have.