Sometimes you just all of a sudden realize you might be OK again:
Your apartment is clean.
Your rent check is mailed.
You watered some plants.
You went to the gym (or in my case, pilates, and you started running again).
And you went to visit your sister Penny in the rain-sodden city of San Francisco.
Things aren’t perfect yet.
But you ate some octupus, one of your favorites.*
And you’ve been reading a lot of books from the library, which you’ve been returning on time.
And you’ve got Coachella to which to look forward.
Fingers crossed the pattern holds.
*Please do not post preachy/mean comments about octupus to me, ye who posted a preachy comment about foie gras. I only eat at restaurants that serve ethical foie gras, bitches, and to be frank, even if I didn’t, I do not post preachy/mean comments on anyone’s blog ever (that I can remember. If I have, I am very sorry and retract them and feel free to remonstrate me). So I don’t see why you need to pollute mine with one. I have never deleted a comment to date, but I can!