Better...

Went back to work today. We had our holiday potluck. I said I'd bring something weeks ago, but plague wiped this memory from my brain. Nobody minded, there was plenty of food. Very midwestern fare, casseroles, little meatballs in a crock pot, fruit punch with sherbert floating in it. God I miss California food....
Had dinner with my mom and her best friend Joan. They've known each other since they were three years old. She and her husband are my "other" parents. I was describing my rather sad Saturday, and I recieved a fine pep talk. They love me, it'll get better, I won't be alone forever. I do feel better...
Saturday night turned out fine, Bonnie and I went out and danced. Just what we needed.
-Juliebata

Me again...

X-mas is just a week away, and I haven't even thought about shopping yet. It'll get done, it always does, I rather enjoy the last-minute coordination with my family about who's getting what for whom (good thing my family is pretty small..).
I am some sort of one-in-a-million freak who isn't bothered by crowds and traffic. I am an island of calm in a sea of holiday lunacy. Sometimes, I even find myself feeling guiltily smug as I'm standing in line next to some frazzled and exhausted parent with one or more howling children with them. I don't have any children to shop for, or with, and I'm grateful. Does this make me bad?
-Juliebata