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I had a terrible red wine hangover that began last night and continued through to this morning, so spent the rest of the day attempting to live virtuously to make up for last night's gluttony.

To wit, I:

(a) Woke up at 6:15 and immediately headed out for a brisk 4-mile run (during which I nearly collapsed from dehydration);

(b) Took the Blond Tornado to the Zoo, where we saw an albino alligator, two cavorting bears and a hedgehog before we were rained out;

(c) Met George for lunch (where I fell a bit short of saintliness when I gorged myself on hangover-easing Tex-Mex); and

(d) Updated my Recommended Page, as per the request of numerous readers, and which I've been promising to do for months.

Interestingly enough, guilt seems to make me more productive and a more attentive wife and mother. Maybe I should break open another bottle of wine? It is cocktail hour, after all . . .

Posted 21 January 2008 at 04:42 PM