I came home tonight feeling pretty wound up...watched some tv, then put in the System of a Down CD to blog to. I thought that the music would help because it so matches my mood. Then over on Lava Lady's page, I read her post on hope, and realized that I'm feeling a bit hopeless and alone tonight (gods, Spinster! Not again!).
Then it dawned on me: B sent out her e-mail announcing that she and her hubby got their house in Oregon. She'll most likely be gone by mid-March. I've called her twice to tell her how "happy I am for her." And I want to be, really. But I'm not. Really.
And how ironic that I should have this realization just as I hit Lonely Day on the CD.
I know, I know, I should be grateful. I could be stuck in some roadside shelter in the middle of Nebraska with no heat in the middle of a horrific blizzard.
Look, here's a pretty picture:
(none of you have been getting the joke of my "pretty pictures" so I'll let you in on it. there is a radio commercial for cell phone minutes where a woman is pointing out the discrepancies in the contract, and finally, at the end, unable to give any answer that doesn't make him look like an ass, the service rep exclaims, "Look! There's a puppy!" It makes me laugh every time...probably because I would look.)