Signs of Aging

Work two days straight at an art show. Get up, go to the office the next day. Come home and prep for a dinner party by baking a cake, roasting a tenderloin and making pastry. Clean and go to bed. Get up, go to the office. Come home and prepare a Beef Wellington, a Caesar Salad (from scratch, especially the dressing) and a saute of celery. Prep the house. Throw dinner party, drink, watch movie, clean the kitchen. Go to bed at quarter to two. Get up. Do not go to the office. Wake up at 4:30PM and wonder where the truck is that hit you.

I used to be able to do all that and still go to the office on the day after. I thought, when I decided not to go to work today, that I'd sleep late and then go get a manicure. "Sleep late" was not defined by me as sleeping all day. My body and my brain need to coordinate their plans better.

Still, the Beef Wellington was a masterpiece. The martinis were flawless and flowing. The repartee unbeatable. I just have to remember to do this on a Friday or Saturday next time.

I have half of the Welly still in the fridge. I'm debating about photographing the evidence of my kitchen prowess. It's either shoot it, or eat it. If there's a picture, you'll know the answer.