Well, August 13th is gone -- and summer is definitely nearing its end. Sigh. Fall comes and the real madness begins for me at work --UGH!  It's been frigging crazy all summer with no real let up for me - ok, a few less phone calls and definitely fewer meetings -- although it has been nice going to work in my requisite hippie attire --beaded and sequined Indian shirts (now the rage again, although I do have a few from the old days that I can still get into), jeans and sandals. No one says a thing thankfully -- it's too hot for suits and business attire.  

New York in the summer. UGH 99 degrees and counting. It's really hot here in Westchester,too --our air conditioners are blasting and they really don't do much to alleviate the sweltering heat. It is especially joyous now that my car a/c is also on the fritz! Yeppers. My ac comes out of the dehumidifier section of the car, and though it gets slightly cool, the great blasts in my face of cold air are NO more. Something else to fix. More money. Anyway, summer and heat... blehhhhhhhh (remind me that I complained about this in the summer when I yearn for the HOT weather in January and February when it is freezing out, snowing and icy, ok?.)  It's the humidity that gets me..and then the blazing heat and sun. For some reason I can't take the sun much anymore --I hide in the shade, wilting away. There was a time (in my teens through my 30's) where I was in the sun at the beach allllllll day long and I loved it; now I just get dizzy and whoozy. So shade it is.

And sooon, it will be over. Wahhhhh. I hate the fall.

Okay, enough complaining.

I went for my first physical therapy treatment on my knee today. Rather than just dealing with my right knee, we are addressing both knees. They are totally shot to hell, especially the left, so I am on this 6 week journey (2 x per week) of getting them back in shape again. I need to exercise them to prevent further arthritic damage (I am a candidate for osteoarthritis and knee replacement, especially with the left knee - I definitely have arthritis in my right kneecap, though not as bad as the left), and I am seriously contemplating using the PT's to help me with my fibromyalgia. I am supposed to exercise for that, but I am a total lazy fuck and never manage to do it. Avoidance is my middle name actually. Then I pay for it, in more ways than one.

 Sooooo, I was exhausted after the physical therapy. I probably was exhausted to begin with since I am staying up far too late than I should, even during the week. But I was sore and stiff afterwards, so obviously I have a shitload of work to do on my legs and body. I wound up lying in bed watching the new version of The Phantom of the Opera, based on Andrew LLoyd Webber's great show. I saw it on Broadway with my ex years ago --I loved it; the costumes, the set design, the music...sexy and chilling, moving. He didn't relate. So, tonight I am singing it outloud ..."The Phantom of the Opera is here.....inside your mind..." OOOH goosebumps. I now have a crush on the lead actor, Gerard Butler, who plays the Phantom. Sorry, Daniel Day Lewis...I have a new crush.

I am now 14 years old. This is what DD has to put up with. His 49 year old wife going on 14. You didn't know this but when we met and DD moved in, he took down all my posters of Daniel Day Lewis that I had hung in my bathroom for morning inspiration and swooning...ok, the DDL circa "The Last of the Mohicans", a movie I saw ...ohhhh...maybe 10 times just because of how he looked. Sigh. I still laugh at it...DD still teases me. Hey, I can't help it! I love those tall, dark, mysterious creatures...think of Dr.Kovacs (the Croation MD) on ER and you know what I mean.

I digress.  I probably should go to bed now. It's almost 12:30 a.m.

Love and kisses kiddies, more tomorrow.