I didn't intentionally take a blog break...I was just getting tired of whining about my love life, I guess. Heh. So what IS up with New Guy? Well, in a nutshell...New Guy's method of dealing with HIS stress (which makes no sense to me, but I'm not a guy) causes ME stress. Neither of us seems ready to walk away yet, though...so I guess we just try a little harder to speak each other's languages until one of us has had enough? Is that what we do? I don't have a better plan. He's leaving town tomorrow to attend a convention, and I won't see him again for a few days. Maybe we'll both be seeing things more clearly by then.
I'm just trying to keep busy. Friday night I had dinner with a friend. Saturday I had lunch with some of the cat ladies. Sunday we had our first "Fridiron" rehearsal. I'm a little disappointed with that--I was hoping for a somewhat bigger role than last year, but the director had a lot of people to shoehorn into the show this year, so...it is what it is. Last night I had dinner with New Guy. This afternoon I have a photo shoot for the "Fridiron," have to do my charitable litterbox scooping, and then, if I have any energy left, some friends are starting a book club of sorts this evening. No assigned reading, just bring something to eat and drink and talk about reading, make recommendations, loan/borrow books. Sounds fun. Tomorrow night I'm seeing Susan Werner, one of my favorite singer/songwriters, in concert at my church.
I'm free on Thursday--anybody want to take me out for Valentine's Day? Hee.
I've been much better the last few days about working out and doing yoga, and, as usual, I'm amazed at how well the yoga clears my mind. And the knots in my muscles (internalize your tension much, Liz?). Now, if only I could do it 24 hours a day.
Boy, do I love my dog these days. Seriously. Aren't dogs great? He's all: "I love you. I still love you. I love you again. Can I spend the rest of my life with my head in your lap? Did you hear that sigh? It means I love you. You're home from work? Nothing more magnificent has ever happened to me. I love you."
I love my cats, too, of course, but with cats it's more: "I have decided to drape myself across your body and allow you to adore me. Wait, why are you getting up? I'm not through being adored, damn it! Oh, you're getting food--is it for me? Why not? Get back here and adore me some more!"
How do people live without animals? I couldn't do it. Men? Yeah, that I could do. Cats and dogs? Never.