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I don't remember being this exhausted at Disney World as a child. I blame DSPS. Luckily you can buy double espressos every five feet here.

The weather is gorgeous.

Surprisingly, I really enjoy exhausting myself with brisk walks and late-night doggy-paddles in steaming swimming pools and falling down achy and sleepy into my bed at night with my girls. It's too bad I can't get this much excercise at home.

Today on line for Spaceship Earth (sadly bereft of Walter Cronkite for many years now, damn their eyes), Erica pointed out a grey hair on my head, to my glee. I marveled that Kirsten and I had stood on this same line for this same ride as three-year-old tots, and now we were on the line grey-haired. "You are grey-haired," Kirsten corrected.

Right. Anyway, it's wacky.

I'm tired and Aimee and Michael will be on Leno in a minute.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:58 PM | shower me with attention