I got a text message yesterday morning from a college friend who was about to spend the day stuck at the San Francisco airport. A few messages and phone calls led to a small college reunion over margaritas and Mexican food in the Mission. It was an excellent day.
The universe must have been paying attention, because I have been very much in need of both an old friend and an excellent day, and yesterday really delivered.
But yesterday is over, and I think I'm crawling back into my hole of job search woes and possibly-selling-my-parents'-house trauma. The job search has taken a few twists, and while I'm trying to keep my head down and stay focused, I am tired and a little discouraged. Add to that the emotional train wreck that is selling my parents' house (which we may actually do this spring, fingers and toes crossed and incantations to St. Joseph repeated), and I'm a bit of a mess right now.
And there's a leak in my kitchen ceiling. The fourth leak in my apartment in the past three years. Real life is not being kind to me this week. Any suggestions for places I can hide from it?
Rest in Peace, Little Bug
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