OK, who hid the boot?

48 hours to ocean.

ego boost

Today I was praised wildly by a man I admire a great deal. Almost too extravagantly really but in a nice way that made me blush a little and smile wider than I've smiled in a long time. It was exceptionally pleasant.

Also today I was blatantly hit on by a man who I think is remarkably handsome and quite the catch. And even though I know it wasn't serious, it made me giddy as a school girl all day. I may still be blushing.

pleasant enough all around I'd say.

Note to self:

Next year, when planning the near-to-Christmas time remember just how much you'd rather be hanging out with friends or shopping without a purpose or cuddling down in flannels with eggnog or any number of relaxing and satisfying soul enriching activities, instead of being buried in work you need to catch up on before you go home for the holidays.

Remember this and plan accordingly. You want to be the right kind of busy this time of year after all.

This relationship, which had evolved into something so special to me, so unique among friendships.... seems to have devolved into less than. Less than we ever were. Like you've somehow grown tired of the sound of my voice.

I don't like this.

shock therapy (Bluenoser style)

In six days my toes will be in ocean. I don't care how cold it is, I will dip my toes in... at least for a second. And maybe that cold, salty liquid turning my wee, metatarsal appendages blue will be what I need to bring the world back into focus; to "figure things out" as they say. I hope so. I need something to spur me onwards.