How things have changed since last week at this time. I found out on Friday evening that my best friend of about 18 years, known as Rusty to all of you, is moving 7.5 hours away. Our whole lives we've been no more than 15 minutes away from each other. It just goes to show you that you shouldn't take anything for granted because you never know how quickly life can change. It's going to be weird, but the non-selfish part of me wishes her a hearty congratulations and the best of luck!
On Saturday I cleaned in the morning and then went out to dinner and a movie with Rusty and L. for one last hurrah.
Yesterday I didn't do anything of consequence. The weather was so gorgeous over the weekend! I wish the weather could be like that all the time, except maybe it can get cold for one week around Christmas and New Year's Day.
I'm so bummed today. The combination of Rusty moving, this whole insurance rigmarole, raging PMS (I'm convinced I have PMDD, not PMS), and the (at least what I perceive as) harsher-than-necessary comments on my insurance post are bumming me out. It's not unusual for me to feel as depressed and hopeless as a 13-year-old boy at this time of my cycle, but when I add situational stressors onto that, it's not pretty.
Here's to hoping that tomorrow is better than today.