I had a bad day last week. Terrible. Horrible. Actually, it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. Do the boys have that book yet? If not, pipe up and it's in the mail. Very helpful book.
Where was I? Ah, right. The Bad Day. It was not the kind of bad day that blends into a string of bad days, an ongoing mush of gloom. It was the kind of bad day that stands out and makes you realize that the other days around it, were not so bad. But it still sucked.
So I came home, and did something, um, out of character. I made myself dinner. It felt so good to do that. Then I did the dishes. Right away! Also out of character. I never do the dishes right away. Most of the time I think- why would you do that? You just ate! Enjoy! But this time, it was nice.
After that, things got a lot better. Thursday night, I went with Kate to a reception for the Jane Hirshfield reading, and met Jane and Earl and saw Casandra and ran into Ted & Kris (!) who made both me and Kate laugh since we were talking about how you and I used to babysit their girls, and they revealed that Clare is now older than Kate. Yeah. Ha. It was so good to see them.
There's been so much more of that good stuff since then. Kate's Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday night, Jessica's little blog entry on me, lots of good time with Super Exclusive friends, even a stranger stopping me in the coffee shop to tell me I looked cute. Sometimes it seems like the world is paying you back for every good thing you've ever done.