Running like mad

Whew. (Or perhaps "Whee", which is what I typed first. Freud, get bent.)

So last weekend was my cousin's wedding, which explains why Monday I felt so tired. I just can't do the get-drunk-but-miraculously-avoid-a-hangover thing for three days running any more. Not without a full recovery day afterward. Especially when I'm dealing with my (really rather lovely, but still) family. I had a great time hanging out with the Mother Who Is Cooler Than I Am, my Other Male Cousin (aka the Other Black Sheep), and the City Twin Uncle. I even got out on the dance floor and shook my butt a little.

I don't think I made a jerk of myself, though there may be one or two people who might be getting that phone call because of some impolitic language. (Freud, get bent again.)

And speaking of new friends, I really like Sonoma. Sunday afternoon I spent hanging out with two new friends and their two newish kids, playing in Sonoma and just talking. It was awesome. Ice cream at the Chocolate Cow, beer tasting (yes, beer) at the Sonoma Springs Brewing Company. Dinner. Playing in the garden with an expressive but breviloquent two-year-old. Dancing to jazz with an impossibly cute four-year-old. I like these people.

Now, it's back to the grind and trying to get the practice at the point where I can make it work for me. I need some marketing help, when it boils down to it, and a few patients who will be evangelists and generate lots of referrals. And I'm trying to juggle my finances in the meantime so that I can pay people and businesses what I owe them, which is tighter (and smaller payments) than any of us would like.

Such is life.