accidentally microwaved my leftover pasta too long, which turned the sauce into scrambled eggs. damn. so I’m eating the top, and finishing off this blasted sleeve of Samoas that I couldn’t resist buying the other day. left them at work; otherwise they would have been gone the day I bought them.
I utilized my lunch break to run to the post office, where I mailed THREEEE orders off!! two should have been mailed before today but because of all the ice, I didn’t actually get out of the house until yesterday. I should have mailed them yesterday…but, uh, that didn’t happen, so, you know. oh well. have I mentioned just how gratifying it is to be making money on these things??! I mean, it’s great!! I actually bought a case of bubble mailers and some tape today, because I keep needing them!! whoo hoo.
so Saturday is going to be the 2 year anniversary of Matt’s death, which feels weird to say. I had a dream about him last night, which hasn’t happened in a looong time – I can’t remember when I dreamt about him last. these last 4 years have been so odd, and disjointed. this last year has been full of recovery and living. year before that I was covered in grief. year before that I was equal parts hopeful and frightened. year before that I was apprehensive and starting to be frightened. it’s been very strange, and ten years ago I would have never been able to guess what was in store for me.
well, lost my train of thought thanks to blogging at work. oops. but I brought it up because I’m trying to decide what I want to do on Saturday. maybe I’ll buy a bottle of mead in honor of Matt. we’re supposed to get more snow on Friday so I don’t know about hiking — but if it’s warm enough and not raining/snowing, I might. I wonder how he would have wanted me to spend these February 21’s. I know that he would be happy with my life as it is right now, and proud of me. so it’s kind of a moot point, I guess. maybe I should see what Ryan’s doing.
anyway.
No Promises This Time 