Good moments. Less than moments. Sucky moments. That is their order right now. 1, 2, 3. Not to beat a dead horse and continue to talk about losses and finding silver linings, but this is my space and I can say what I want here.
Friday began just fine. But the pattern is that I get sad later in the morning, after I’m thick into my routine and day. I can’t say I’m fond of that. But it’s nice not waking up to it. Anyway, Friday. It ended up hitting me hard with a little extra anxiety thrown in for fun right around mid morning. Somehow I made it to lunch. My noon class was cancelled, and I went with a friend for a 2 hour lunch. We made plans for the evening and after a little therapy (and to think… at one point I would have opted for a root canal and a pap smear at the same time rather than go to therapy and actually talk about what was going on in my head) and an ass kicking round at the gym I was feeling better. We watched a great movie and I ate so much popcorn I’d rather not touch the stuff for at least 6 months. Sandra Bullock. Yes, please.
Somehow I ended out dancing later that night and oh how I needed that. I really do love to dance. Fries were consumed at 1:00 in the morning and I felt so ill after. It felt unfair somehow that I was so queasy when I had not had anything to drink! I guess that is what you get at almost 40 after a night of dancing and filling your gut with popcorn and fries. Good lord.
My boys
Saturday consisted of an attempt to sleep in and then tailgating and a football game. I’ve never done the tailgating thing, and I’ve not been to a football game (that I can recall) since my daughter was 6 months old. After this I took a nice 5 mile walk with an old friend. I really wanted to stay home, by myself that evening. I rented a stupid movie (really… it sucked) and had some yummy soup and bread and my cat and I had a blast
Jack doing what he does best.
Sunday had me waking before dawn to go on a kick ass hike with my bestie. It was freaking cold. But oh how beautiful it was. Can’t beat it. We ran out of time and didn’t quite make our goal. We will be heading back out Wednesday. We saw a moose on the way down. He stared at us. I did not wet my pants. And then when Tara took off down the trail to get a better picture I hollered at her to cut that shit out. Those suckers can be mean! No moose attack occurred and my jelly legs carried me on down the trail.
Crazy cold. Crazy ladies. 
Can you spot the moose?
On top of the world!
That afternoon yielded another 5 mile walk with a friend and then dinner with another. And we saw sheep! As I was dropping her off I checked Moodle again for my genetics grade. Hallalooya! It’s a B! Off to Fred Meyer for a reward.
Sunset sheep herding
B is for Bliss. And now here it is Monday… time to study. And take more ibuprofen. I have sore legs.