some improvement

I now believe in the healing powers of girly drinks and sunrises. . .

Last night, E & I went to Mint, purveyor of pricey, delicious, elaborate, alcohol. We were facied up, I wore my new dress with a poufy skirt that makes me feel like a '50s housewife. We were the only ones in the place, as we sipped drinks fashioned with blueberry puree, mint, & other girly girly ingredients. And recounting awful boy stories & having sympathy pour in via E's live journal posting is good & comforting.

F gave me permission for 3 days of boys-are-dumb bitterness. I don't think I will need all of it.

The sky was so beautiful this morning as I rode to work. I nearly cried. I marveled at the pink-blue-purple-orange sky while stopped at traffic lights. It was amazing.

And it is warm: over 60 degrees yesterday and today. My fingers weren't aching after my bike ride. No wool sweaters, tights under my pants, multiple layers today.

And that is good. . . and things are looking up. . . and D is coming tomorrow. . . and I am happier. . .