I went to work.

I went to the gym, and cheated on my 47 birthday burpees (I broke them up and did them between other things rather than doing them all at once.)

I thought about going to bed early but stayed up watching House and Chuck instead. I did score some free food at lunch. Baklava from the Mad Greek Deli and everything else from co-workers. Not a bad day, overall.

Bad news everyone, Belly is closing. I suppose restaurants come and go, but I liked Belly. I took my mom there two or three times and it was always interesting and tasty. Ah, well.

I feel like I’m supposed to do something tomorrow besides go to work (where I’m still incredibly busy), not be able to go to my friend’s funeral because of work, and go to the gym after work. I feel like I should be doing something special like changing the batteries in my smoke alarms or rotating my tires. Or figuring out who will give me something free because it’s my birthday. It took me three years to get a free beer out of Rogue Brewery and that always could be on my list, but really I figure I make enough money that a free beer or ice cream isn’t worth the trouble. 15% off at Ringside is another story, but I get a month to cash that in.

So there it is. Survived another Monday. That’s an accomplishment in itself.

If you have a chance, you should go see “Same Time, Next Year” at the Public House Theatre Company. It was a lot funnier than I expected (I never saw the movie) and I’m wondering why I haven’t seen more plays, especially in small venues. Melissa and Leif are great and the play is a lot of fun.

What I wouldn’t suggest is working until 7PM, going to the play, and then eating pizza at 11PM afterwards unless nightmares are your thing.

I went out to Accanto for my birthday dinner with my mom, sister, and brother-in-law today. I’d actually never been. It got crowded, and for a good reason: the food was great. The potato gnocchi (that my sister and mom got) was good enough that people wanted to lick the plate. I had the pork cheeks which were a nice winter dinner with winter greens and beans. Dessert was also delicious. The place was full of older folks, not hipsters, and I’m old enough to appreciate that. Especially since it’s going to be my 47th birthday.

Oh god, that means 47 burpees on Tuesday. Maybe I’ll be sick that day and miss the gym.

I don’t say much about work so I’ll just say the last two weeks were pretty busy. Insanely busy. And busy as well. And not only demanding of my attention, but busy. Really, I’m beat. And when I finally get home my brain makes me watch TV until it’s too late and then I’m tired for the next day, which is busy. It really hasn’t been that much fun.

But the worst thing about my day is that I found out that an online friend had died from, I think, the ‘flu. And I don’t deserve to feel bad like her close friends and family, but she’d email me from time to time and I’ll miss that. I mentioned that to a co-worker, and she told me she had a kid who died from the ‘flu. We both talked about how we’re big proponents of the ‘flu vaccine and, wow, I felt even worse. But I also feel like a schmuck for bringing up the ‘flu to her.

The ‘flu is something that seems like you just soldier through but more than a few people I know have died from it. It’s more dangerous than it feels like it should be.

So I’ll go back to work tomorrow, where it will probably be very busy. I also have to move my cube from where it is to a new space where it’s louder and hotter than I like. But ti’s not as bad as it could be.

I think I know how this basketball game turns out (stupid push notification on my iPhone and iPad) but I still want to watch it. Even though I bet I forgot to set my DVR long enough and I bet I’m not going to see the end of this game. But it’s the NCAA National Championship game. The only other sporting event I actually watched after recording (I usually end up not having the patience) is the Superbowl.

I did succeed in doing very little this weekend, but had breakfast with my buddy Greg (and, coincidentally, friends from the gym John and John), mowed the lawn and then did a whole lot of sitting around. And a few rounds of Angry Birds. It was a nice weekend, but not nearly as nice as it was in the Bay Area. It sounded like summer, and I heard it was the best weather they’ve had in a while. Leaf blowers, lawn mowers, and motorcycles. I actually like the rainy weather, but it’s nice to get some sun once in a while.

And I know I was sick. This is the first trip I’ve made to California in YEARS that I missed getting an In-N-Out burger. Heck, I almost missed a flight once because I stopped by the drive-through at Rengstorff and 101. I think I may have to schedule another trip down there.

Funny how the meaning of certain words change. Like during the Apple conference a couple of years ago when I went to Twitter and someone asked where I’d been. I said, “Twitter,” and was misunderstood; they thought I meant, “Check Twitter,” when what I was saying is, “I was at the Twitter offices in San Francisco.” The place I went was sort of like that, but wasn’t Twitter. On the plus side the weather in the Bay Area was beautiful but on the minus side my cold came back.

So, I’m kind of hoping it gets colder this weekend because that’s better sleeping weather. And rainy because that means I have an excuse for staying inside. And knowing my luck, I’ll be fine on Monday. Ah, well, what better to do with my free time than sleep?