Friday was a busy day - Gordon and I went to the chiropractor's office and he got his adjustment and I got my massage, and then he dropped me off at my place, where I gathered a few things and went down to nap at Gordon's so we could then go do something Friday night. Didn't happen, though. I slept from about 4pm until around 8pm, and Gordon woke me up for dinner. I could barely stay awake, but did manage to eat about half of a large lambchop and some risotto, and we watched part of "The Music Man" that he'd recorded several weeks ago. I lasted about 10 minutes and fell asleep on the couch. He woke me up when it was over, and I went to bed and was out cold again within seconds of my head hitting the pillow, and slept until around 9am. So I think I slept close to 15 hours Friday night.

Saturday Gordon and I didn't do much - hung out at home for a while, and then went to lunch at Hamburger Hamlet, where I had a turkey burger and fries, and even ate the bun. We ran a few errands, and I returned a coat and a skirt that I'd bought a few weeks ago that I realized I just wasn't going to wear, so I exchanged them for some great clothes that I WILL wear. Since I have very little in the way of 'business' clothes these days, I got a nice pair of pants and a couple of blouses that can take me from a business casual office to a business dress office if paired with a jacket. At some point I got a bit shaky, and was feeling really weird and foggy, so Gordon and I found some sushi and I sat and ate it and drank some water and then felt better. Don't know if it was that I hadn't eaten enough protein (didn't finish the turkey burger) or that the wheat from the bun weirded me out or if I was dehydrated or what, but it was odd, and Gordon said I scared him a bit. After the mall I went home and cleaned my apartment a bit, putting things away and vacuuming and cleaning litterboxes, etc. I'm home so little these days that I've been letting things slide more than I like to. It felt good to get my place cleaned up and looking more normal.

Sunday Gordon and I went to a church service where a friend of his renewed her wedding vows to her husband and then we went to a garden party reception at a beautiful home in a lovely part of LA. It was a fun party, and I got to meet a number of Gordon's friends, some for the first time, and some for the second time. It was a fun afternoon, and I enjoyed the garden party atmosphere - most of the women were wearing skirts, the men were also all dressed up, and it was a beautiful setting to celebrate a happy occasion.

Got home about 4:30, and tried to nap, and failed miserably. Finally fell asleep about 7:45, and slept for about 45 minutes. Then I couldn't fall back to sleep. Tossed and turned until 10:30, when the alarm went off. Got ready for work, and headed out to stop at Starbucks on the way in to the office, and cut the corner into the Starbucks parking lot too close and jumped the curb. I ended up with a flat right front tire. Crap. So I pulled into a parking space and called Gordon for help.

Gordon was amazing. Immediately took charge, in a confident 'let me help you take care of this' kind of way, without being overbearing, condescending, or the least bit upset or angry about having to leave home at midnight to come help me. (Something confirms for me every day that he is the man for me!) He told me to pull the spare out of the trunk (no small feat given all the stuff I have in there to take to the Salvation Army!), and when he got there he put the spare on. Just as he finished with the spare, I glanced at the rear tire. Flat. Now we have a real problem. So Gordon brought me to work, and is picking me up in the morning to take me to Auto Zone so I can buy some fix-a-flat, and then I'll head to the tire store to make sure I didn't seriously damage my tires or bend a rim or anything. The tires look fine, so hopefully they'll just need air and to be put back on the car.

So I was about 45 minutes late to work, and will have to spend some time taking care of this in the morning, but all in all no big deal, fortunately. After I take care of the tires, I then have to go to the dentist in the morning, then I get to go to sleep, and I plan on sleeping as long as I can tomorrow afternoon.