Some weeks require extra work

Got an email from R today about how she will be happy to see the end of this one.  I concur.  This week has been a cluster fuck of epic proportions.
Last Saturday Michael and I were in the shower (to conserve water, as one does) and we heard this terrific crash.  We assumed it was someone above or below us falling.  As we climbed out of the shower I asked Michael if we should go and check on our neighbours and he said no, surely everyone was fine.
Then we walked into the bedroom and found that our shelving system had collapsed and ripped out of the drywall. 
On top of the fact that all of our clothes and random other shit was on the bottom of our closet, we also had another couple coming over for dinner in a couple of hours.  I still had dinner to make and appetizers to prep and the perfect play list to create and so basically I just fell into kind of avoidance about the whole thing.  I mean, at the minimum we could just close the bedroom door when our friends came over, and deal with the whole shit show the next day, could we not?
Dinner was a success, it was nice to catch up with friends and to bore them with our European slide show.  Hey: I tried be succinct.  I was all guttural grunts like "mm: beer" and "mm: crepes" and "mm: chocolate", which I think highlighted the pictures very well.
After our friends left I noticed the computer wasn't working and lo and behold the fan on it was shot.  Michael had a spare in storage and so - in addition to fixing the closet THAT VERY NIGHT - he also fixed the computer. 
Also: there may or may not have been an incident with jagged computer parts on the floor and me bending over to wipe something off the floor in rather close proximity.  There goes my Sports Illustrated shoot, I suppose.
Then the strata AGM happened.  I was on my strata council as a member at large, which was working out just fine: I was helping out, I was giving input, but that was sort of the extent of my obligations.  Now I'm the Secretary Treasurer.  Neat.  That happened quickly.  I'm really going to enjoy being the one to review our finances and spending given that we have a million dollar assessment coming down the pipeline next year.
Speaking of which, a couple of days later I got to sit in with the strata and the building committee to interview three potential contract managers for the above said assessment.  Oh, but before that?  My front entry closet door came off its rails.
Nevertheless, I still got up today at 5am and Michael drove me to Vancouver so that I could be an extra on my first film ever.  It was so cold it wasn't even funny.  But the crew were exceptionally nice and we got fed a wonderful breakfast and an amazing lunch (plus snacks) and they paid us to pretend to be people we're not for a little while.
With my week the way it was I wanted to throw in the towel last night, but Michael and C convinced me to suck it up.
And, granted, I literally did not sleep a wink last night because I was so worried that I was going to fall on my face while the cameras were rolling, I had a really fun time today.  It got me out and doing something (cold) that I wouldn't normally do in the cold, which was really chilly.
So, to sum up my life to this point: when I don't work out I get bitchy; and trying new things is always more fun than you think it will be.