RedJen's Rearview Mirror

1. How many houses have you lived in? 12
2. Which is your favorite room? Living room
3. What is your favorite piece of furniture? Couch
4. What is your favorite electrical appliance? Food processor
5. What would your dream house be like? Click Here
6. Which area would you choose to live in if you could live anywhere? At the beach
7. How many rooms does your home have? 4
8. What's your favorite decorating color scheme? Jewel tones
9. Which would you have if you could only have one - bath or shower? Bath
10. Do you have a garden, and do you like gardening? No, yes

Earlier, I had a moment of realization. The fact that I’m moving in less than a month isn’t anything unusual. I’ve pretty much moved once a year for the last 13 years. Later this month, I’m moving into my own house. It’ll be my place, my walls, my stuff.

I’m not sure how I will end up decorating the interior yet. I have a tendency toward jewel tones and geometric designs.

17 days and counting…

Word association today!
Cat - Lion
Frog - Jump
Make up - Blush
Lemonade - Sour
Ache - Lifting
Hat - Brim
Address - New
Music - Soothing
Duvet - Feather
Read - Niven

There are some age milestones that you expect to have serious retrospection come into play. I thought that turning 30 last year was one of them. Boy was I wrong.

When I turned 25, I had a serious bout with the demon named “Where-am-I-going”. Growing up I never expected to be 500 miles away from home, recently broken up with my boyfriend of 6 years and going on a completely foreign path. Okay, so North Carolina isn’t another country or anything, but you try growing up in Ohio then transplanting to a place where strangers still call women “Darling”, it was definite culture shock. About 2 years later, I ran across information about what was becoming known as a Quarter Life Crisis, similar to a Mid-Life Crisis, but a newer occurrence seen most often in people associated with the ominous sounding Generation X. It seems that because we grew up being told we could do anything we wanted if we tried hard enough, around the age of 25, we started to doubt whether or not we had done enough, having serious doubts about our place in things and struggling with the definition of success. Of course I found this out about 2 years too late to do myself any good, but it was nice to find out I wasn’t crazy because of that.

The next big expected milestone was turning 30 last year. I don’t know if it was because work was so crazy, but the idea of 30 didn’t scare me. Trust me to be the one who turns 30 without much angst. So I wasn’t in my 20’s any longer, I was okay with that. In all honesty, turning 26 was harder than 30 for me. When I turned 26, I was no longer in my early 20’s. I have a Math degree and 2.6 rounds up to 3, so I had been dealing with the idea of being 30 for 4 years before it actually happened. I joked a little at going into a holding pattern at 29 and staying there, but it was just a joke.

1. What is your favorite sweet (candy)? Gold-bears from Haribo (the original Gummy Bears)
2. What is your favorite flower? Purple orchids
3. What do you like to do on a Sunday? Find somewhere calm and just be. It can be the beach, a park or home with the radio on low. It can be alone or with other people as long as it isn’t charged, I really like to be able to rest and think on Sunday.

Which five possessions (not people) would you want to have with you on a desert island?
Sharp Knife
Whetstone
Shovel
Flint & steel
Needle & thread

(Yeah, I'm practical...)

It would appear that I’m all typed out after yesterday. So today, stretch, reach, yawn and repeat.

I did get some new baby pictures of my nephew, so hopefully, I’ll get those up later this week.

(1) The singular boring question: What is your name? Jennifer
(2) If you had been born a member of the opposite sex, what would your name have been? Craig
(3) Would you name a child of yours after you? Probably not
(4) If you had to switch first names with a friend of yours, who would you switch with? Heather, that was almost my name.
(5) What's the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name? Jenny, hate that! There was only one person who was able to call me Jenny and that was the Priest who baptized me. As far as first names go, I’ll answer to Jen or Jennifer…

It was fun while it existed, but the person driving Blog Candy has decided not to continue. This means I’ll be surfing other meme sites for ideas.

I've found The Memes List as a place to start the search...

Today, I’ll just be…

I think sometimes our body just knows when we need a break to step back and look at things. Yesterday, I started feeling drained at work. This morning, I woke up nauseous. I’ve spent practically the entire day in bed alternating between reading, contemplation, lying quietly and slipping into sleep.

A smile is easier to feel when unfettered by the clutter and the noise.

When you stop running and start to separate out the things that matter from the things that don’t, the silence can be deafening or freeing. Today I feel free.

I felt compelled to go outside tonight. Rather than turn on the porch light, I took a single candle out with me. I sat down on the floor and stared into the candle. As my mind cleared, I began to feel confined. I took my hair down and let it fall free in my face. It felt good to feel it soft against my face. As I took in the feeling, I felt a call forming in my heart.

All the papers are in for the mortgage. The current owner has all the repairs (and suggested maintenance) scheduled for completion by Monday. The survey for the property lines has been ordered. I’ve notified the apartment complex know that I won’t be extending or renewing my lease. All the utility changes have been requested. The movers are scheduled. Now I just need to pack, buy a refrigerator and find out when my parents are going to visit.

I’m testing out another site tweak. I’ll figure out these cascading style sheets yet. It took me way too long to fix a problem that stemmed from having part of my menu items outside of a necessary style sheet tag.

I’m beginning to think that Omega suspects something is going on. She’s giving me the eye. Real squinty and pointed, like she knows there’s something I’m not telling her and she already knows she isn’t going to like it. If I had my camera with me, I’d take a picture, but I’m not going to go downstairs to get it, when she’ll probably relocate by the time I get back upstairs. I think I’m going to take my chances and get some sleep anyway, she’s been watching me sleep for almost 9 years now, I’m hoping that by now I can trust her not to lead the other two in a coup while I’m sleeping.

Wings of Light
Waves of Love
Whispers of Wonder
Words of Wisdom

Enlightenment of Heart
Time of Rebirth
Songs of Surrender
Fires of Joy

Sometimes random things add up to a result that comes straight out of left field.

For example:
* I was told about someone driving out to a friend’s house to change their oil, rather than go to the Jiffy Lube on the corner. (plus)
* I took my car to Jiffy Lube last Friday and had my oil changed. (plus)
* I’ve been doing a lot of internal searching and reading about feminine strength. (plus)
* It was raining today (well, it’s been raining for the past week or so). (equals)

So I looked out my bedroom window today, saw it was raining and watched a tow truck drive by. I looked down and saw my car and felt a sudden burst of anger. Now it is important to know that I wasn’t angry with anyone specific, I was just angry. And why was I angry? I was angry because I was never taught how to change the oil in my car. I can put more in, I can change a tire, but I don’t know how to change my oil. I do realize that it wouldn’t be that hard to learn how, that isn’t the issue. The issue was that I was taught to change a tire just in case I ever got stuck on the side of road. That seems like a good thing to know how to do and I completely understand that line of reasoning. So why did the simple car maintenance stop there? Don’t get me wrong, I was not clamoring to learn basic car maintenance. Is it assumed that girls won’t ever need to change their own oil? (In case anyone wonders, the answer is “Yes.”) So how would I manage to get my oil changed if I couldn’t afford to take my car to Jiffy Lube and pay someone else to change my oil? (Okay, so I’d probably end up teaching myself how to do it, but that’s beside the point.) My brothers know how to change their oil. I’m sure my dad showed them how to do it. Learning how to do it myself never came up when I lived at home. So why was I angry? I was angry at a society that assumes that girls will have someone else to change their oil. Don’t get me wrong, I have no interest in changing my own oil. I really appreciate being able to take my car to Jiffy Lube. They not only change my oil, but they also keep track of my transmission fluid, coolant, check my tire pressure and they always fill up my windshield washer fluid. I just think it would have been nice to have the option.

So it’s been a pleasant day for me. Granted I had to get up extra early to make my gym appointment, but it turned out to be fun anyway. Tomorrow, I may find out it wasn’t fun and I was just asleep the entire time. I’ll know more in the morning when I wake up.

So I did do work today, although most of it centered on unpacking my office into my new space. Hopefully we’ll stay where we are now and avoid another move for a while. I’d like to just settle in and get working rather than worry about when the next time I’m going to have to take a day and a half to pack, move and unpack in the game of ring around the offices.

So off I’m going to head home now, play with the kitties and get some dinner. I’m starving!

Some days I have to look back and say “I did good today.” This was one of those days. I was able to help a friend out, surprised another and had a great talk with a third. As an ironic balance, I managed to accidentally delete my email file from the server at work. On the upside, I didn’t get any new work email the rest of the day. On the downside, I didn’t get any of the email people sent me at work.

Work: Getting inspired at work to create something that will help get us to the certification point that we need. I’m working on internalizing a coaching session that I had earlier today with my manager. It is hard for a perfectionist (even if they are trying to recover) to listen to constructive advice. I have a feeling that it will get easier, the things he wants to deal with are parallel with my own. I just have to get beyond the near gut twisting reaction to a more objective point. I think it will happen. I appreciate his frank and straightforward approach. It is what I’ve been asking for, now I have to school my reactions. I’m not sure how some people will see this, but I’ll have a chance to work on further mastery of my emotions. The good news is I don’t feel threatened by what he has expressed and I trust that he is working for a win-win situation. He seems to be taking a very pragmatic approach in his actions.

House: Not all the repairs that were supposed to take place actually did. The seller gave the list to someone else with the instructions to fix everything, but apparently the people who were doing the fixing didn’t all have the same view on what fixing it entailed. For example, in order to fix a crack in the chimney, the back of the house was obviously jacked up and the main foundation supports were replaced in the back of the house. In contrast, there is a board in the front of the house’s foundation that has water damage. In this case, the person pushed insulation against it, so you couldn’t see it any longer. We sent the seller the revised list of things that need fixed and so far I’m hoping that everything will be done in time to close as scheduled. So I’m attached to my cell phone in case my agent needs to get in touch with me.

Cleaning and Packing: What packing? So far I’ve managed to mostly throw things away. Envelopes and magazines that don’t need to be kept, junk mail that didn’t get junked right away. My parents and Rugrat are coming to visit for a few days either Friday or Saturday. So I’m trying to clean, organize, sort and trash all at the same time. I was seriously considering hiring someone to clean my apartment when I get everything out of it and into the house. The only thing is if I hire someone, they will charge me the higher 1st time cleaning charge and if I’m cleaning for visitors, there is no point in having someone in to clean the apartment. All the major stuff will be done, it’ll just be vacuuming and doing some spot cleaning before I turn in the keys.

I think once I get into the house, I’m going to have to take a few days and just sleep.

The listing agent called yesterday telling my agent that the seller will have everything fixed in time for closing. They have 3 whole days to get this done!

My parents and sister should be on the road by now, on their way to visit. Clean sheets and towels are in the guest room. I still need to vacuum the whole place. I did get to the store to pick up enough food for breakfast and at least one other meal.

I continued with the sort and release program today. This morning, I gave the local library 180 books (yes, I really gave them 180 books) and dropped off three boxes of clothes at GCF. I may not have anything packed for the move, but 5 fewer boxes of stuff are going to the new house. Unfortunately, I forgot to take the Crimson Petal and the White with me to the library, I'll have to drop that off the next time. Then I may stop attacking the book whenever anyone asks about it.

You’ve done well for yourself little brother. You have a lovely wife, who is adorable and has some real spunk. You have a new baby (who I’ve only gotten to adore from afar at this point), a place that is your own, a decent job and friends who would adopt you into their own family if they could. I don’t know how you managed to get your act together so soon, but I’m glad one of us did. Much love!

Shh, I think daddy’s tired.

I have the final walk through on the house in the morning, then on to the paper signing. At noon tomorrow, I get to begin signing my name several times, to make me an official homeowner. Well, I’m not sure if owner is the correct term. For a good while, the bank is going to own more of it than me. Of course, I’ll have the privilege of paying all the property taxes. My theory is that it is only fair that if the bank owns part of something, then they should pay an equal percentage of the property taxes. So far no one seems to agree with me, but I haven’t given up yet.

This week I've had an awful struggle with delete keys. Not only did I delete my email database off the server, I also managed to delete all the work I did Friday and Saturday when I went to clean up and save the updates to the servers. I can’t believe I did it, I’m usually so careful to back things up so they don’t get lost. Unfortunately, we were having problems with the servers when I went to do the back up and I couldn’t get to them, so I didn’t back the work up there. I also didn’t make a back up copy locally, so everything I deleted is lost. Normally I’d just suck up the pain and recreate the code, but I don’t have time and I’m on vacation Monday and Tuesday to deal with house stuff and see my parents while they are visiting. Which means that I’m going to be leaving my teammates with the work that I didn’t manage to deliver. As someone who doesn’t like excuses, I couldn’t do much more than say, “I’m sorry, I messed up,” then try to minimize the impact my over active delete key has on them.

They did it. They really gave me keys.

I guess now, I really do need to start packing.

With the wonderful help of my parents and Rugrat, today has been a highly productive. Most of the stuff in my living room (save the furniture) has been packed and moved. About 90% of my kitchen has been packed, moved and unpacked by my mom, which is probably the best news of the day. I absolutely HATE packing up the kitchen. Whenever I go to move, I end up avoiding the kitchen for as long as possible. Every time I look in the kitchen, I hurry up and find something else to do. Now I don’t have to shudder whenever I go by, which is good, since you have to pass my kitchen on the way up to my bedroom. I’ve been lucky now three times that someone else has packed up my kitchen for me.

I will have some extra time on my hands for a while to spend reading or writing, as I made an extra purchase yesterday for the house. I had planned on having to buy a refrigerator, but I was planning on putting off buying anything else for a while. I didn’t. The refrigerator is being delivered tomorrow and the extra is being delivered next Wednesday.

I’m sitting in the middle of my family room, logged on to the internet and working from home. That has a nice sound to it. Granted, I’m using a dialup connection, but the cable doesn’t get turned on until Saturday, which is the same day that my furniture is getting moved. I figured that until I’m here full time I’d rather have cable at the apartment while I’m packing and such.

The parents and Rugrat left for Ohio this morning. I can’t say enough how much of a help they were in getting me started with the packing and moving of stuff. The kitchen and most of the stuff that I had stored has been moved. The only dishes I have left at the apartment are the ones that were in the dishwasher and a few wineglasses that didn’t fit in the last load of stuff we brought over.

So it’s just me here now. The squirrels outside are cute. The cats are going to enjoy watching them. I sat in the family room earlier today with the ceiling fan running and just sat for a while. I couldn’t hear any noises next door. I could hear some birds outside, I’m getting used to the open space thing, but I don’t think it’s going to be an issue.

It’s going to be fun figuring out what to put where in the house. I’ve already identified a place that is going to need art of some kind. I haven’t given much thought at all to what to do with the living room. Since I’m planning on primarily using the family room, the living room has pretty much been on the backburner to this point. Now that it is going to start with furniture, I should probably think about that a little more.

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you see eyes as blue as a clear sky? Do you see a smile that draws compliments? Do you see muscles that you’ve worked so hard to build? Do you see the positive results of changing diet habits and exercise? Do you see straight teeth that luckily never needed braces? Do you see hair that has natural curl and a rather unusual color? Do you see curves that mark you unmistakable as a woman?

Do you see or do you look? I’m finding that I don’t see when I peer in the mirror, I spend my time looking instead. I look for hairs that need to be plucked from my eyebrows. I look to determine how much my hair has started to frizz. I look for blemishes on my skin. I look for places where my body does not fit the image I’d like it to be. I look for imperfections in myself. I look at how my eyes are a little small and just a bit too close together. I look at how my chest has grown and no longer naturally rests as high as before.

I dread having my picture taken. Is it any wonder when pictures are permanent mirrors? Look at the imperfection they capture. There are very few pictures of myself that I like. I’ve been known to remove and hide the ones I find embarrassing. Granted it has been proven that when I wear the wrong foundation (makeup) and have my picture taken, you would swear someone else was in front of the camera. As an example, one time my roommate took my picture with a digital camera and proceeded to take about 4 more of the same shot, because the image captured by the camera was not the image she saw in front of her. As a side note, I have changed my foundation since that happened.

I’m beginning to wonder if I know the person in the mirror. We haven’t talked in quite a while. I’m not sure what I’d say to her. Perhaps if I focus on the big picture rather than the individual imperfections, I may find we have more in common that I thought. The new house has some huge mirrors. Perhaps it is time we were reintroduced.

I’m about to fall asleep, I’m having trouble staying awake, but I wanted to jot down a note here before I surrender to sleep. Tonight, I’m sleeping in my house. Just about everything has been moved. Tomorrow the movers will be transporting my furniture. The cats are exploring the new digs. Goodnight.

Well, other than not being able to find much of anything, I’m moved into my new house. I’ve even met one set of neighbors and they seem really nice. Apparently she and her daughter moved in a few months ago, she said the neighbors all came by to say hello when they moved in, so it sounds like the neighborhood is friendly.

So what has surprised me the most so far about acquiring the house is the response it garners from other women. I’ve never heard so much along the lines of you-go-girl. Some of the women who have found out that I’ve bought the house myself get really excited that I’ve done it myself. I didn’t expect that kind of a reaction, but it is fun to be able to celebrate being independent. What makes it fun is that they are the ones initiating the celebration, so it doesn’t feel like bragging with it occurs.

Girls ROCK!

Pythagorean theorem: 24 Words

The Lord's Prayer: 66 Words

Archimedes' Principle: 67 Words

The 10 Commandments: 179 Words

The Gettysburg Address: 286 Words

The Declaration of Independence: 1,300 Words

The U. S. Government regulations on the sale of cabbage: 26,911 Words

There seems to be a trend here and I’m fairly certain that it isn’t the right one. The more that is legislated, the less people are forced to draw upon their common sense.

I’m shaking with hurt right now. Last week I asked some friends if they would be free to help move some boxes to the new house. To be honest, if everyone said no, I would have been fine and gone on with my life. I’ve moved on my own before, I could do it again. I can handle honesty. The problem is that I just found out that two people who claim to be my friends basically lied to me. One told me they were going to be out of town and the other didn’t bother to tell me anything. I wouldn’t care, except both of them made a big show of saying how they would be happy to help me with my moving and then to not even bother to tell me the truth, that hurts.

There is another person who I’m guessing was with you that night. At least he told me he had other plans. I am perfectly fine with that honest answer. That one was a lie of omission and the other outright doesn’t matter at this point. I don’t take well to either case. If you can’t be an honest part of my life, please let me know and I won’t label you as such. To feel such disappointment toward those who are supposed to be my friends is far more painful than anger. If you wish to see me in pain, let me down with your lack of respect and disregard for our friendship. There are few that I let get close enough to cause pain, because my wounds do not heal easily.

How little you must think of me to lie about something so trivial.

(end of the original entry)

Update 8/27/03: In fairness and out of respect to the individuals in question, we have started to work through this issue. I am confident that we come through this stronger than ever.

For the record, I was never mad yesterday, just extremely disappointed and a bit hurt. For some reason I was mad this morning on the way to work, but for an entirely different reason that I’m not sure I’m ready to get into just yet.

(I wasn’t going to get into why I was upset this morning, but then I got writing and it all kind of spilled out. I really had a rather pleasant day at work. I woke up, went to the gym, played with the cats and watched birds on my deck this morning. If you don’t want to deal with emotional angst, you may want to skip the rest of this.)

Tomorrow, my parents will celebrate their 32nd anniversary. I can’t thank them enough for what they’ve done for me over the years. Regardless of anything else, I love them dearly and they gave me a wonderful start on life.

Call me Pollyanna, but I was taught to never judge a person by the color of their skin, only by their actions and what is in their heart. I honestly didn’t understand the culture of assumed aggression I experienced working in the inner city while I was in college. I don’t know how they did it, but my parents really did raise me to be colorblind.

Until I got much older, I didn’t realize just how barely my parents managed to keep us above the poverty line. It was never a real issue for me as a child. So I wasn’t fond of K-Mart and Dollar General Store clothes, but I had clothes. I never had to go hungry. If one of us became sick, we were able to go to the doctor, I can remember my mom working out some creative finance plans with our doctor’s office staff. Somehow, we always managed to get the things we really needed. We didn’t always get the things that would have been nice to have, but we were taught to be thankful for what we did have. I really thought the world was in perfect order when mom would buy Marshmallow Cream at the grocery store. Added to some toast with peanut butter, it is still one of my favorite treats.

So what am I most grateful for them teaching? I’m grateful that they have shown that being a family takes time and effort. Parents do not need to get children involved in all the little things. Being married is a commitment to your partner and to any children that come of your union. Marriage can still work. People can always grow if they are willing to put forth the effort. My mom went back to college when I was in the 8th grade. My dad studied and worked to become an ordained deacon after I had graduated from college.

So what do I miss most about growing up? I miss all day bike rides where we’d take a picnic and ride along the back roads of Ohio on the weekends. I miss going to state parks, hiking along the trails and playing on the rocks along the streams. I miss picnicking, skipping stones, playing Frisbee and catch at Indian Mill. I miss fishing off the peer at the reservoirs outside of town. I miss catching fireflies in the evening and watching those yellow flowers bloom at 7:00 PM. I miss being sent out to the garden to pick a salad for dinner (carrots, lettuce, onions, bell peppers, cucumbers and tomatoes).

I was very lucky growing up. I got to be a kid and I didn’t have to grow up too soon. For first time parents, you guys did one heck of a job. You’ve had a lot thrown at you and still you continue along together. I can only admire the strength you’ve shown, when there are so many examples of marriages that fall apart.

Happy Anniversary! I love you as much as ever and I respect you more than you will ever know.

As requested, I’ve sent email to your home account. In case you didn’t already know this, you can check your email at https://webmail.nc.rr.com/ or http://www.e-mailanywhere.com/

RJ

Because of the type of entry, I've included an update the Entry: Untruth from 08/24/03

"For the love of carnage and discord, I feel like chicken tonight!"

What is yours?

I don't have any pictures of just my parents with me, so this out of date one with all of us will have to do.

(My parents look about the same, just with less color to their hair. So maybe if you change your monitor to black and white, you'll get the idea.)

It has been brought to my attention that while the traditional Triple Threat Birthday Party is held to celebrate the birthdays of three Virgos, this year we have a new addition, which brings the preliminary total to four. Since four and triple do not go together and “Quadruple Threat” doesn’t have the same alliterative ring that “Triple Threat” does, one of the Virgos is going to have to be voted off the island.

Our contestants:
Miss Kati – The newest Virgo addition, recently earned immunity via a packing, stacking, navigation, unpacking, stacking and pizza-eating contest (also known as helping me move). On top of everything else, we can’t keep her from celebrating her 21st birthday.
ShaeSin – I don’t recommend anyone suggesting she be voted off. She’s on a hair trigger and I don’t want to be around if someone sets her off. In fact, using my ultimate veto power, I hereby preemptively veto any votes for ShaeSin. Enough has been going on in her life that it would be cruel to force her to worry about whether or not she gets to keep her birthday and Sun Sign.
Dominion – The eldest of the Virgos, he’ll be taking a short vacation soon, will it be enough for him to gather his strength? We’ll find out.
Desufnoc – Currently convalescing in Florida, will he make it back in time to defend his birthday? Can he take a rested Dominion? Can he take a tired Dominion?

Will Dominion be rested? Will youth or age win out? Will they be forced into a Jell-O wrestling contest to decide who wins? Will I vote Dominion out to save my new house?

Stay tuned; we’ll have more on the fate of our contestants and their quest to retain their claim to the Triple Threat birthday.

I agreed to go out with a couple and their friend from out of town. He falls under the “Not my type” category, but he seems nice. It was a fun dinner with lots of laughter. So not so bad as an overall experience. Not really someone I’m interested in dating, but it was not a horrible time.

I found this picture titled "Special Clif" on a friend's site. I'm not sure if the term "Special" should refer to the look on Clif's face or to his shirt. I'm hoping that the shirt spontaneously combusted in reaction to the flash from the camera, but the world couldn't be that lucky.

Does anyone have a bucket of water? I think the Wicked Witch of the West's twin brother has been spotted in North Raleigh...

(Hugs babe!)

So how long does it take to get the smell of bleach off your hands? The old apartment is clean and I’ve given them back the keys, now I need to somehow get rid of the bleach smell that I seem to be steeped in. Maybe a shower will help, I’m not sure, but it’s worth a try.

It’s been an interesting weekend so far. I’m actually really tired. Friday night was stressful, meeting new people is always a bit stressing. The blind date felt a lot like being in a hothouse environment. The couple we were with just seemed to be pushing things a bit to hard and that doesn’t work well with me. The “we must be having fun” environment puts me into friend/buddy mode, which doesn’t work well with their agenda.

Saturday morning was spent deep cleaning my old apartment. As a point of pride, I’d like to get my security deposit back, but at this point, I really don’t care. I actually found myself considering just emptying the place out and letting them clean it regardless of whether or not they’d keep the money. Realizing that I could just about make half a house payment with the deposit made me reconsider and keep cleaning.

Drama has again approached my peripheral. I’m not involved in this, except as an emotional backup, but just knowing that it is going on is enough to have me putting energy into being available. That and taking action to identify some things I can do to keep other things from adding stress to an already stressful situation.
- Check - Write Triple Threat invitation
- In process – Triple Threat guest list
- To do – Entertainment

It’s a good thing that tomorrow is a holiday, I’m not ready to go back to work just yet.