Hey Random!

Today I went to lunch and a movie with two good friends. We have all been a little (a lot) stressed out about various things going on in our lives so it was good to get away for a few hours. My lunch began with vodka and cranberry juice (just one) and included lots of fried things. We saw The Martian Child - holy cats I love John Cusack. A lot. Seriously.

The husband is healing and I am hopeful that by this time next week he will be fully functional and searching vigilantly for a job.
I am also hopeful that the tree in front of our house will start sprouting chocolate and that someone will discover that Twinkies have some hidden health benefit that outweighs their sugar/fat content. It's good to have hopes.
I am also hopeful that I won't contract some horrible disease from work tonight. Apparently a client over the weekend was somehow given aspirin instead of methadone and started vomiting on anything that didn't run away. Everything has been cleaned up at this point, but this person had Hep-C among other things and while the rational part of me knows that it's all ok, the irrational germ freak in me is under the desk screaming. And there are germs under there, too.

In general I'm not really that phobic about germs. My house is certainly not the spanky-clean palace that most germophobes aspire to. My phobia is really situational. Like, airplanes and elevators and public bathrooms and hospitals and nursing homes and my Sunday night job. But only when there are clients present. I expect unsanitary conditions at, say, McDonalds. And because of my years and years working at salons a little hair in my food doesn't bother me. As long as it appears to have come from the head. You know.

Sigh. I'll move on.

I found my Favorite Socks book, so that's a good thing. I am also pretty sure that while I will NOT be finishing a novel in November that I have a pretty good start at a something or other and that I am officially writing again. Not just blogging. Actual writing. I haven't done any of that since the relationship I was in before my husband and I got together. That guy. He just sucked everything interesting or cheerful or insightful or creative out of me. And the thing is that he looks like a great guy from the outside. And our relationship looked good from the outside. But it turned me weak and lifeless and I am well rid of him. Though I do miss his friends.

And I missed my friends too, so today was really nice. Tomorrow I'm meeting one of them at the gym. We have promised ourselves that we will exercise at least 20 minutes a day at least 3 times a week. We can do this.