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I mean, yesterday, I flailed on a blog, via email, via Skype, via cell, via instant messaging, via text message, AND I stood on my deck and sighed deeply.

I covered all my bases.

It was a hell of a day — sometimes life smacks you upside the head and leaves you reeling in ways you weren’t reeling even a day before (say, a Virginia Reel.)

(Oh… small digression: did you ever have to take dance classes in gym/phys ed? Different friends of mine did everything from square dancing to ballroom dancing to hip hop dancing in their classes. I think that might have been fun. Instead, the only dancing I ever did was because I had to pee and my teacher wouldn’t let me leave the extra-long lineup to throw the javelin. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s pretty stupid to hand someone under undue physical stress a large, pointy object and let them have at it. Unless, of course, you’re a pirate. Because that’s just how they roll.)

But every day is a new day, right? Today, for example. Totally new.

Oh, who am I kidding? It’s still there, the feeling, BUT TONIGHT I get to see my attractive and witty friends Jennifer and Jaegen, along with their adorable offspring, Agatha and Edmund:

(note that Edmund is correctly attired in Canucks pjs.)

That should make a lot of things better, all at once.

Thanks for all your support, guys. It makes a rough road easier to take.