god, i'm glad that's over.

yesterday was not a pretty day. highest point of the low day was a spat with my baby girl. she brought me to tears and ended up crying herself as well. everything is fine now, as always, but it's amazing how 3 little words from her can set the waterworks in motion.

it was silly, the whole thing was just silly.

it seemed that nothing could satisfy my restlessness yesterday. i don't know what i was craving, but i never got it. (ok, i know a few things i needed, but it ain't like that was gonna happen.)

the four hours i slept were just hideous. fully clothed on the bed with the lights on. why didn't husband turn the lights off when he came to bed? i dunno. weird. a nightmare within a dream brought me fully awake at 2:30am and the rest of the night was spent trying to dissect that, and trying not to think about it as well.

those kinds of dreams are like a scab. you don't want to pick at it, but sometimes just can't help yourself. it's so there...

today will be a better day. i insist.

as babs posted, there is much to be thankful for. some days, it's just hard not to wallow in the muck and mire. some days, it seems as if you're stepping in it at every turn, and no matter how hard you try to sidestep it, you end up in over your head.

i'm glad i got that one out of my system.

i did manage to write a bit. a first chapter of what i'm hoping will become a real story. (thank you taerkitty, for the encouragement.) we'll see. it's so very elementary at this point. but still, it feels good to be flexing that muscle again. i'm really trying to step outside myself, to try something new for me in writing. i'm hoping it will become a completely new way of thinking for me. there's still a lot of tweaking to be done, but no hurry. i don't like it so well yet that i'm driven to do it, but that's another hope...that i'll get to that point.

i never thought i'd tire of *mash* reruns, but since it's on here 24/7 it seems, yeah, i'm sick to death of it. the theme song, which i once loved, send shivers of "ugh" thru me now.

i think when winter finally sets in and i won't be able to escape to the patio i'll be spending a lot of time at the gym on the walking track.

that's a good thing, right?

one thing i'm especially looking forward to: we have tickets to see "twelve angry men" this saturday at our opera house. it's one of husband's favorites (hence his willingness to spend mucho dollars on the tickets and actually get out of the house). i like it as well, and richard thomas, aka john boy walton, has the lead. i love theatre. i love any type of live performance (ok, maybe not that kind, tk!!!) but yeah, it will be good.

now if i could just convince him to like symphonies and ballets as much as i do.

maybe i'll just go alone...