Anti-climactic (even though the climax is supposed to come at the end)

Somehow it seems like one's first blog post should be compelling, important, and informative.  And yet, I want to make a first post and I am exhausted!  Fiona's sixth birthday was on Wednesday and we had a party this afternoon with two of her friends and their mamas and younger siblings.  So sleepy, and my body is complaining about the kneading of pita bread dough (for little individual pizzas that we all made) -- kneading has been pretty hard on me physically ever since I was hit by a car last June.  I feel sad that my body often calls out for bed and a body-sized heating pad after normal everyday activities.  It is time for me to crawl in bed with my six-year-old.  I'm so thankful for Fiona, thankful for her friends and our friends, for all the people who have helped her have a good birthday and a good almost four years of living here in Colorado.  I'm thankful that I have a safe bed to rest in, a toothbrush, and lovely flannel sheets I got at a clothes swap a while back (I don't care about the stains, cause they feel so good.).  I'm thankful that we have the opportunity to foster two cats, Felix and Tucker.  They arrived on Sunday and Fiona and I are thrilled and I think Jeremy is less non-thrilled than he was expecting to be.  Goodnight and good luck.