I'm not going to say that I'm not still hurting.
And I'm certainly far from being my old, funny self (Read: this post will NOT be interesting)
But I will say that despite my best efforts to hide under the covers, life is soldiering on. The human spirit is remarkably buoyant and besides...the house got really, REALLY dirty while I was depressed. Like, you wipe your shoes to LEAVE the house because the ground outside is cleaner than your foyer floor.
THAT kind of dirty.
So here I am, relatively intact, with a cleaner floor and a brighter outlook.
The IVF didn't work.
Life has something else in store for me, and that's totally cool. (for now, until I get in one of my moods again)
What else is going on in the life of Lily?
Not...a heck of a lot.
Work is slow. It's great. And terrible. Kind of....grterrible. I have time to cook and clean and be all domestic. And ride my horse, which is totally kick-ass. But I also have copious amounts of time to think and/or sulk, which is not the best timing. And with Christmas coming up, plus a last-minute trip to Montreal scheduled for early December (I'll get to that in a minute), I sure could use a little more income, if yanno what I mean.
But such is the life of a freelance writer, no?
That trip to Montreal....
It's gonna be interesting.
You see, Brian's brother has a contract position in Afghanistan. He gets HUGE tax breaks, but he can only enter the country for a certain amount of days each year to GET those tax breaks. So he has a vacation coming up, and no more time left in the States. Hence, Brian, me, and my in-laws are driving up to Montreal to spend a week with him.
You heard right.
A week vacay with my in-laws.
And don't get me wrong...my in-laws are lovely people. I say that with no sarcasm whatsoever. I truly consider myself lucky to have such great people in my life.
But a week long trip with them is a first, and needless to say, I'm a little...overwhelmed...at the thought.
But that's ok.
At least I'm not pregnant, so I can drink and ski.
Or throw myself down the stairs.
Small blessings, people....small blessings.
So that's it.
I'm not sure when THAT happened, but the calendar says so and the calendar don't lie.
Which is confusing, because according to the stores and ads, it's Christmas time.
But it's only November.
...I don't get it.
Regardless, the fire place is now in full use, and I can start to figure out which winter sport is guaranteed to put me in the hospital this year.
Ahhh, winter (smells like the ER).
I hope everybody enjoys their weekend.
When I was working, this would be the time when I'd be all, IT'S FRIDAY, MOTHERF*CKERS...but since I work from home now, it really doesn't matter. Hell, these days, I can barely keep track of what MONTH it is, let alone which day of the week.
Still...for those of you out there in the 9-5 grind, IT'S FRIDAY, MOTHERF*CKERS.
Go home, have a drink, and get frisky with your loved one.