It is time for a new post. Here it goes.
Life is. . . complicated. It is moving in two-steps-forward, one-step-back fashion, but I try to remember that it's still making progress ("try" being the operative word). Wedding in May has turned into eloping in March. Antidepressants are my friend; therapy, not so much. Most hated coworker is having a journal on her misbehavior kept by the boss; I also got a bigger raise than her. Family has gone insane over things from 18 years ago that I found out about, and then started asking questions about (god forbid I know my own past). Funeral on Saturday for a cousin about whom I remember one thing--he and I both hated onions in my grandmother's potatoe salad, so she would make an onion-free batch for the two of us. I think I will make potatoe sald for the potluck afterwards in memory of him.
So yeah. That's most of it. How is everyone else doing?
Life is. . . complicated. It is moving in two-steps-forward, one-step-back fashion, but I try to remember that it's still making progress ("try" being the operative word). Wedding in May has turned into eloping in March. Antidepressants are my friend; therapy, not so much. Most hated coworker is having a journal on her misbehavior kept by the boss; I also got a bigger raise than her. Family has gone insane over things from 18 years ago that I found out about, and then started asking questions about (god forbid I know my own past). Funeral on Saturday for a cousin about whom I remember one thing--he and I both hated onions in my grandmother's potatoe salad, so she would make an onion-free batch for the two of us. I think I will make potatoe sald for the potluck afterwards in memory of him.
So yeah. That's most of it. How is everyone else doing?