I'm just mad I didn't get to see it.
Andy Murray defeated Rafael Nadal in four sets, spread out over two days. Wow.
Okay, Rafa is certainly tired, after the year he's had-- not to mention that he played longer than anyone else at the Olympics, then went straight to NYC from Beijing. Still, gotta hand it to Andy; he played brilliantly. At least, for the part I saw (and presumably today as well).
Can I come to your house to watch Murray v. Federer tomorrow?
The half-witted, half-baked, half-mad ramblings of a widowed, forty-something, earth-loving, commuter-cycling, theatre-going, runner-girl Christ follower. Abandon seriousness, all ye who enter here.
What are we talking about today?
I'll get back to theme days once I find a groove of posting regularly. In the meantime, most of my posts are about some variation of books, bikes, buses, or Broadway. Plus bits about writing, nonprofits, and grief from time to time.
This blog is mostly lighthearted and pretty silly. It's not about the terrible things happening in the world, but please know that I'm not ignoring those things. I just generally don't write about them here.
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