Sometimes Having Fun Doesn't Take Much

Yesterday I finally connected with Mart Girl after four weeks of playing phone tag so I could congratulate her on getting engaged. (I didn’t ask, but I wonder of her beyonce knows he is about to become Mart Boy … within the confines of this blog…) She is one of my oldest friends and maintaining that connection with her is very important to me so catching up was great.

I also got to talk to Picu, who I haven’t talked to in years. Literally, years! And I am thrilled about having her back in town but also because she attends cat shows, which means I will get to attend cat shows, which means I will have dome hysterical blogging material. And, importantly, she knows it’s hysterical so it’s okay for me to poke fun at it.

Yesterday was the sort of day where I woke up and immediately wanted the day to just be done. I was tired, grouchy, anxious and kind of mean. I tried retail therapy, which barely made a dent in my attitude. Although, seriously, what was I thinking going bathing suit shopping while in a bad mood? I came home and did some work and watched some guilty pleasure television. But all it took to cheer me up? Talking to old friends. I need to remember how easy that cure is and use it next time.