Happy Friday! I don’t know about you, but I’m glad this week is over. There were some highlights: Drew and I went to our first Broadway show in about four years (we saw “All The Way” with Bryan Cranston); I saw an old friend last night whom I hadn’t seen since like June, we went to a couple of gallery openings in Chelsea, and we got margaritas afterward; the donation drive was such a success that I feel very optimistic now about the future of DW; it was warm enough to squeeze in a couple jogs (slow ones, but still); I met with my endocrinologist yesterday and, after three years, learned we finally have my thyroid disorder under control. But it was an exhausting week and I’m glad it’s over.
Mostly, I was annoyed that, after a few warm days, winter came back with a vengeance. Plus, Drew and Jackson are both still feeling the last lingering effects of the sickness they caught two weeks ago while I was away. And Jackson only napped two days out of the last seven, making for some very long afternoons, especially considering his level of crankiness, exhaustion (his and mine) and the teething situation as his final molars push on through. This morning I took him to African Dance class, which we do every Friday morning, and he was so great in class — really fun and sweet and not at all whiny like he can sometimes get — and then, as soon as class was over, it was like Dr. Jekyll left the building and Mr. Hyde came out (did I get that right?) and, Good lord, the tantrum was EPIC. EPIC! It lasted the entire 25-minute walk home, rivaling the sounds of construction and traffic all along the way, and, when we finally made it to the front door, it was all I could do to muster the energy to fold his stroller and carry him — kicking and SCREAMING — up the three flights of stairs to our apartment. And then I basically collapsed (well, after I got him fed, changed his diaper, and got him down for his nap). And sweet Georgia tea, the boy has been asleep for an hour and half and is still going strong, so thank God for that.
Tonight I am doing nothing — just catching up on some TV (“Billy on the Street” started this week!) and doing some reading and going to bed early. Tomorrow night I’m taking Drew out to dinner as a thank-you for being so gracious about my going off to Chicago and leaving him alone with CrazyJ for three days, and then on Sunday we’re celebrating my FIL’s 94th birthday (yes, 94!) with the extended fam in Manhattan.
Oh, by the way, the donation drive is officially over, but I am leaving the fundraising thermometer up in the top right corner through the weekend. Of course, you can donate any time, but, if you donate before Monday, you can see your contribution reflected on the thermometer and see how close we get to the goal. So far, as of 1:15 this afternoon, 238 people have donated to the drive and we have raised $6,764! I’ve already applied some of that money to adding more RAM to my existing server to see if that does the trick and I can avoid upgrading to a much more expensive server. Next week I’m hiring my IT guru (a fellow DW reader) to work on securing the site a bit better from spam bots, which should further help matters. (In addition, I am deleting old forum threads — I’ve deleted over 600 so far — which is freeing up space). Anyway, if you’d like to still donate, you can do so here. Everyone who donates gets a fortune cookie message from me (I’ve been known to be psychic!), as well as your name mentioned on the Thank You page (if you want). Additionally, I’ll be sending out hand-written thank-you notes throughout the year to contributors, and I’m really excited that a crafty DW reader has agreed to create (and donate!) some awesome DW merchandise that I will be sending to a few lucky (and particularly generous) contributors.
Well, that’s my news. What about you?