Sentimental

It's the time of year to get sentimental, at least for me. It's nearing the two-year anniversary of the blog and I've been looking back at what I wrote at this time last year. I'd seen my dad and had a big fight about my reproductive prospects--luckily, we haven't touched that subject again. Maybe he's encouraged that I have boyfriend who is an actual prospect? Who knows. I sure don't plan to ask.

And, at almost exactly this time last year, we had our office company party at TR's house. He lives right around the corner from me, making it very convenient. Spesh was here for a visit and I dragged him along. He spent most of the time talking to Diego and chiding me for drinking so early in the day, but it was a good time. This year, there won't be any Spesh and it makes me miss him, especially after our long conversation yesterday.

This year, I have an actual boyfriend I could bring to the party, except that he can't come because he has to work. I mean, most people have to work at 2:30 in the afternoon, so I don't blame him, but it would have been great if he could come. Oh well.

On Saturday, Owen is heading home for a week and a half. If anyone needs a vacation, it's him. While I'll miss him, I hope he can use his time off to relax and get his head straight about work. That will be very good for me. The only bummer is that our vacations run consecutively, not concurrently. Just a day after he gets back, I'm off for my week-plus of family joy on the West Coast. (West Coast friends, I'll be in touch soon. Seattle people can clear a little time for me during the first week of January. Speaking of which, is anyone up for cat sitting?)

I am still sick, though I made it to work today (it's a short day, what with the party), and I feel very blah. Not unhappy, just fuzzy and out of synch. I would like to see Owen before he leaves, but I won't find out until the last minute if he's available. Sigh. I could push, but what's the point? I'll hear from him today and we'll figure something out. I don't mind in the least keeping him company while he packs, but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea. I do need to see him, though, because I made him some brownies to take home and I have something else to give him for the trip.

Happy weekend everyone. You may be hearing from me if I'm sick and stuck at home. It's good for blogging, at least.

Grateful for: a short day.

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