Grave last night/this morning. It is so good to be back. And I only have three more to go - woo hoo! but boy will I need them. Made much mistakes. And damn I'm tired. But it's nice to reach out and do something I like. Can only worry about life the universe and everything for so long.
Last week at work I was sitting at my desk when hop plop a grasshopper landed on my desk. Jumped up and squealed. This, mind you, is a cubicle in an open concept office. So everyone was very startled and concerned. Until I explained and pointed. And then they laughed and walked off, and it jumped again, and I squealed again. I hate jumping things. So I was on edge, especially after moving my two bags and emptying them out outside to get rid of the cricket and not finding it. But I calmed down.
Next shot in the movie: woman steps out of shower to get her towel and there sitting in a perfect view is a criket. SQUEAL!
Last weekend was the culmination of me not wanting to be open to anyone or anything. Not sure why I went to visit a friend. But today I am better. Helps that today was sunny in SF - sat down by the boats with a friend and had brunch.
Yawn... bed is calling me.