startlingly mopey

We had big plans for today. A stupid movie, a book sale, tree-getting. My mood petered out after the stupid movie, and since I was crankypantsed, I opted to stay home. I think it was probably the right decision, if I sense my mood is sort of..unrecoverable, I like to opt for unrecoverable and hanging out on the couch with my husband and my cats rather than gallivanting. So here I sit. Light's in the kitchen making us onion feta risotto, and Funnyface is happily serving as a footwarmer.

We did fun things this weekend, brunch with silly crepes and then working up Chile's dog probably a little more than she appreciated, craft fairs where I clung to my no-stuff-for-myself rule by the barest of margins. I'm wondering if I'm feeling like I should have put extra weight on this weekend because it is my last unemployed weekend (knock on wood), but I'm stuck in this weird melange of being anxious, being excited and being convinced that this is far, far too good to be true so there's no way it'll possibly pan out, even though I've got the offer letter in hand. The other possibility is that it's December, and there's no possible way to make a December weekend not have the feeling that I should have been doing more.

But, we'll buy a tree this week and maybe I'll go back to Harvard Square to pick up the raku fired tree topper that I fell in love with last week. I've got tickets to the illuminations tour, and the slutcracker, and in a couple weeks, we'll get on a plane to Wisconsin, spend some time there, and then fly back and the holidays will have been successfully navigated. (there's are two more big bumps coming up, but I haven't decided if I'm comfortable talking about either one of them.)

So, for the moment I'll knit and play too much WoW and maybe get around to writing some more cards.

startlingly mopey

We had big plans for today. A stupid movie, a book sale, tree-getting. My mood petered out after the stupid movie, and since I was crankypantsed, I opted to stay home. I think it was probably the right decision, if I sense my mood is sort of..unrecoverable, I like to opt for unrecoverable and hanging out on the couch with my husband and my cats rather than gallivanting. So here I sit. Light's in the kitchen making us onion feta risotto, and Funnyface is happily serving as a footwarmer.

We did fun things this weekend, brunch with silly crepes and then working up Chile's dog probably a little more than she appreciated, craft fairs where I clung to my no-stuff-for-myself rule by the barest of margins. I'm wondering if I'm feeling like I should have put extra weight on this weekend because it is my last unemployed weekend (knock on wood), but I'm stuck in this weird melange of being anxious, being excited and being convinced that this is far, far too good to be true so there's no way it'll possibly pan out, even though I've got the offer letter in hand. The other possibility is that it's December, and there's no possible way to make a December weekend not have the feeling that I should have been doing more.

But, we'll buy a tree this week and maybe I'll go back to Harvard Square to pick up the raku fired tree topper that I fell in love with last week. I've got tickets to the illuminations tour, and the slutcracker, and in a couple weeks, we'll get on a plane to Wisconsin, spend some time there, and then fly back and the holidays will have been successfully navigated. (there's are two more big bumps coming up, but I haven't decided if I'm comfortable talking about either one of them.)

So, for the moment I'll knit and play too much WoW and maybe get around to writing some more cards.