Does it make it any more interesting if I write it backwards? If only I could do upsidedown, too....
Still waiting for normalcy, a little less frustrated-ly this week for some unknown reason. I know that fixating, i.e., worrying is probably pretty unhelpful but that knowledge rarely actually reduces the worried thoughts. I actually thought the wait was going to be over on Monday, so I told Bonzo of my supicions, to which the dear said "good job, baby", as if I have some kind of control over this mess. PSHAW! Alas, no.
In other news, it's almost spring in my hometown. The daffodils and crocuses and Japanese cherry trees are all blooming but it's still been pretty cold. That's ok for me on the one hand because I have pretty robust hay fever and the colder the air the less pollen monsters fly around, but on the other hand I am, as Bonzo likes to say, a sun junkie meaning that I crave the heat. I always say that I was supposed to be born somewhere near the equator rather than in chilly Canada. Ooops. One of my favourite days of the year is that first day you can go out without a jacket on. My birthday is in 3 weeks - maybe it's my lucky year and no-jacket day will be then. More fun to wait for that than feminine ridiculousness.
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