Until I have learnt to suffer / In accurate iambics.

So, apparently I'm stressed enough about a combination of house stuff and reunion stuff that an animal planet ad (the one with the dog that doesn't get adopted) made me start sobbing. I'm mostly done now, and have returned to watching the saved on the tivo forever Puppy Bowl. I've ended up deciding to bring what feels like half of my clothes, in hopes that tomorrow morning, a) the weather report will drastically change and b) I'll discover some heretofore magical property of some piece of clothing that makes me feel confident and poised.

Housey things go, well, house-ly, I guess. Stressful and full of weird little details, and mostly just surreal. Hopefully if/when we move in, I'll start believing it's all really truly true, and find the place where I'm happy and excited again, instead of just feeling exhausted and ungrateful all the time.

But, I got a pedicure yesterday (my second ever) and my toenails are a sparkly maroon that makes me think of a bordello and next week I start a new volunteering gig and it's Light's birthday Monday. And no matter what happens this weekend, I return to a house full of awesome cats and eventually there will be puppy-therapy.

Until I have learnt to suffer / In accurate iambics.

So, apparently I'm stressed enough about a combination of house stuff and reunion stuff that an animal planet ad (the one with the dog that doesn't get adopted) made me start sobbing. I'm mostly done now, and have returned to watching the saved on the tivo forever Puppy Bowl. I've ended up deciding to bring what feels like half of my clothes, in hopes that tomorrow morning, a) the weather report will drastically change and b) I'll discover some heretofore magical property of some piece of clothing that makes me feel confident and poised.

Housey things go, well, house-ly, I guess. Stressful and full of weird little details, and mostly just surreal. Hopefully if/when we move in, I'll start believing it's all really truly true, and find the place where I'm happy and excited again, instead of just feeling exhausted and ungrateful all the time.

But, I got a pedicure yesterday (my second ever) and my toenails are a sparkly maroon that makes me think of a bordello and next week I start a new volunteering gig and it's Light's birthday Monday. And no matter what happens this weekend, I return to a house full of awesome cats and eventually there will be puppy-therapy.