I'm am not Bridget Jones

Though, I must say that the scene in Bridget Jones where she's drinking wine, smoking and singing All By Myself just kills me, I have decided for a the opposite side of the coin today but I'm certain that if there was a camera in my house the scene would have been just as ludicrous.

I am having, unlike like my photo negative Bridget, a highly productive day. I have no idea what has gotten into me today but I have found myself a groove. Worked, had a long lunch with a lady I've known for years. We tried to solve some world problems (okay, fine, community problems). Works some more. Went to the gym with my friend Joey, who really can't hang but bless his heart he tried. I ran five miles while we had a delightful conversation about how horrible local newscasters look. Grocery store, home, dinner.

This seems mundane. I know. But, I had bought a whole mess of berries to make jam but got sidetracked Sunday by retail therapy. So at 8:53 I set forth to make mixed berry jam. I have lost my mind. Bridget is into a whole bottle of wine and singing into a magazine. Where am I? In the kitchen in my underwear mashing up fruit. I'm in a good mood that can only be created by boiling the shit out of fruit. No one may understand that last sentence, but trust me, it's a weird kind of euphoria. I can't explain it. Either trust me or go boil your own damn fruit. I also have my music going. And I'm chatting with my girlfriends on-line.

The music is important. That's where anyone would have thought I was a crazy woman. I'm dancing in the kitchen to Lady Marmalade (I was in my underwear, it seemed appropriate), and various songs by Lauren Hill, Salt N Peppa, Beyonce and Amy Winehouse. I am sure I must have sang into a spatula, I'm not certain. Good times. Good times. I had a blast. Some people may think I'm nuts and I frequently get called out on being over ambitious but, really, what else was I going to do? Watch TV?