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DO NOT LIKE CONFRONTATION

There are small handfuls of experiences that make me truly happy: lying on the couch with purring kitties, watching older couples square dance, enjoying conversation with small groups of friends while eating, plotting out my documentary film festival schedule, and spending time with Molly. (No, this isn't the entire list, just the ones that come to my mind at the moment)

It's always hard to end a vacation with Molly. I want her to live next door to me for the rest of my life. (I was shameless in trying to get her to buy the house next to mine.) We snark on life, eat ice cream, watch horrible movies, and obsess over how often the word "apparently" comes up in everyday conversation. (Seriously. Start counting. There's an epidemic of "apparently.")

So I'm in post-Molly slump, wanting to drive back up to her house, sit on the couch with some ice cream and a diet coke, and watch a movie. Or sit at the dining table with ice cream and a diet coke, and play a game.  (Instead, I _need_ to read more of a big work document, and prepare myself for a really important day tomorrow.)

It's hard to leave, because it may be another year (literally, since I saw her last March) before we're together again. It may be never, which her blod clot completely freaked me out. Part of my resolving is to spend much more time with people who bring out the best in me, and Molly is one of the people who do that.

Three faucets and oven have been installed.

Appointment with fabulous doctor hal lasted TWO FREAKING HOURS and no definitive answer from the tests that he could run in the office.  Other test results won't be in for a day or two.

No, I haven't cooked anything yet.  Too much pressure.

I almost asked the doctor for a prescription for a kitten.  Because kittens make everything better.

Massage scheduled for Friday at 5.

You know how every now and then you get a bunch of songs that stick with you for days and days and days.. not the ear-worms that aggravate (copacabana) but the ones that you make a special playlist so you can repeat them easily?
No?
Well I've got a few that I can't get enough of right now.

Call and Answer - BNL

Breathe (2 am) - Anna Nalick

Stand Back Up - Sugarland

Songbird - Eva Cassidy

Beautiful Disaster (live) - Kelly Clarkson

Here Comes the Flood - Peter Gabriel

You Can Sleep While I Drive - Melissa Etheridge with kd Lang

Feels Like Home - Chantal Kreviazuk

hidden track after See the Sun on Life for Rent cd - Dido

Water is Wide - Karla Bonoff (thirtysomething soundtrack)

In complete boredom of my music collection, I decided to sort the songs alphabetically by title.
I should have done it a long time ago. I've been happily rocking back and forth in my chair while getting work accomplished.

Last 15 songs:

Adam and Eve, Ani Difranco, Living in Clip
All + hidden track, K's Choice, Almost Happy double cd
All I Wanna Do, Sheryl Crow, The Very Best of Sheryl Crow
All Night Long (All Night), Lionel Richie, The Definitive Collection
All out of Love, Air Supply, Air Supply Greatest Hits
All That We Let In, Indigo Girls, All That We Let In
All the Way to Heaven, Melissa Etheridge, Your Little Secret
All You Want, Dido, No Angel
Almost Happy, K's Choice, Almost Happy double cd
Always Everywhere, K's Choice, Almost Happy double cd
Angel, Sarah McLachlan, iTunes AOL session
Angel, Lionel Richie, The Definitive Collection
Angel Band, Stanley Brothers, O Brother Where Art Thou
Another Country (Nancy's Illness), WG Snuffy Walden, thirtysomething
Another Year, K's Choice, Almost Happy double cd

Last week I had an open house. It was a cheerful, well-fed event. I love my house. I love my friends. Having my friends in my new house was fabulous.

I've discovered a robin nest between the gutter and my bedroom window. (By "discovered" I mean that I finally paid attention to the crazy acrobatics my cat has been doing to watch Mama Bird feed the baby birds.) From the patio chair, I can see three baby beaks pop up when the female or the male land on the nest. I've put out food and water next to the patio. It's far enough from the nest to not be threatening, but close enough for the birds to find it (and eventually the squirrels too).

Work is unpleasant. There's just not enough time nor energy to type out all the details. (Not that I could, given all the legal disclaimers that have been on the bottom of every email I've received today.) I'm just really ready to move on from the big project.

I also found out that I wasn't selected by higher-ups for an amazing developmental program.

Work just isn't a great place for me to be this week.

Peanut turns two on Saturday. I can't hardly believe it.  He even garbles my name now.