And I was fine. Yesterday was a productive, good day. Lunch was excellent. I had soup for dinner--a rare treat and especially nice on a cold and rainy night.
I set my tape machine up to tape the Fedder win over Djokovic and went to sleep. I did set it for five hours. I didn't really expect that Djok would just roll over for Fedder--it might actually go five sets. Adrienne asked me if I saw the match this morning and I said "don't tell me I'm going to replay it now." That should have warned me. No one cares if Roger wins again. Why would she even know to ask me.
I started the tape and Djokovic was staying in the match. Roger was making some errors I don't usually see him make. Djok broke Roger in the first set and all of a sudden, he looked like he was really going to make a match of it. Then Roger kept losing the big points. What's going on here. Has the world fallen off its axis??? Roger lost the first set. He got broke again in the second, but broke back. He lost the tie breaker. Roger doesn't lose tie breakers. Roger saved a few match points, but Djokovic swept Roger in three sets.
Djokovic and Tsonga??? Who cares? I am so depressed. The agony of defeat. By osmosis even. Maria better kick some Ivanovic behind tonight. It's still raining and I think I'm out of soup.