movement

There are a lot of ups and downs going on lately. A bad day will suddenly turn around with something as simple as a hilarious moment at work. A remarkable day sours with a phone call.

A Monday looks promising when I wake up without difficulty, and then becomes a huge pain in the ass when my train is more than an hour and a half late. Grumble.

Luckily, the weekend consisted mostly of Ups. A girlie movie night sitting in the Luxe level at the new cinema, drinking beers and eating pizza in a comfy chair. Another girlie night, but this one in Macoosh's place, giggling and shouting and reconnecting and giggling some more (adult novelty items do make me giggle quite a bit... I never claimed to be mature.) Some quality time with the Hubs, some much-needed grocery shopping and cooking, and some even-more-badly-needed cleaning... all with the windows open. I mean, yesterday was BEAUTIFUL. My brain was all a-twitter with excitement: the smell of melting snow, the warmth (and seratonin) of the sun, the light at the end of the Winter Tunnel.

If I can get past the distraction of mi familia and the shortness of my patience with all of humankind, this week should bring its share of good times as well.

Here's hoping.