it’s friday! and good thing, too, because this week is FIRED. FIRED, I SAY.

It’s no secret that this week has sucked for me rather extraordinarily, which coincides nicely with Gradon’s month and a bit of suck.

Everyone is facing economic crunches and layoffs and difficult times, but when it happens to both sides of a couple (well, 100% and 40%, respectively)? And when that couple is 3,000 miles apart? And when they have not seen one another in four months and have two more to go, now? And when money does not, in fact grow on the trees? And when there is no end in sight?

Sigh. I’ve woken up nauseous and exhausted almost every morning, and finally. feel. like. all. of. this. is. just. too. much.

So indulge me in a little bit of imagination…

1. If you could choose every element of your day tomorrow to be UTTER perfection (location, company, menu, outfit, vehicle, what have you…), tell me how it would go.

2. What five-song playlist could you create that would send you flying with joy into the weekend?

3. What five things are you thankful for right now?

4. What five things do you wish would happen next week?

5. Give me your five favourite words.

6. If this was a radio station, and you were calling in to request and dedicate a song to someone, what would it be, and who would you send that shout out to?

GO!

wednesday love list: because holy crap, could it be more necessary?

Life continues to not pull any punches. Today I got some news about major reductions in my working hours (and, by extension, my income, and by extension, my ability to see my guy in Boston before what looks like October, now) but I’ll leave it at that. I don’t discuss work here, and I don’t intend to start.

It’s never, ever smart to blog about your work unless… blogging is your work. Or you work for a blog. Or… I don’t know.

I’m only telling you so you’ll know that I am WILLFULLY, INTENTIONALLY, FEROCIOUSLY staying as positive as possible. I don’t think any other option works. I may wallow a bit at first, but will draw a boot target on my own ass if that lasts too long.

In my last post, I stressed the importance of being honest about how I am REALLY doing here. But the flip side of that is that once I’ve done that, focus on things that motivate me and make me happy.

SO! A love list it is.

THINGS I LOVE, EVEN WHEN I DON’T FEEL PARTICULARLY LOVEY

My thoughtful, generous, funny, wise parents, for all the support and love they give me. There is no one quite like them on the face of the earth. Whatever happens, I will always have them looking out for me, even when I don’t deserve it.

My crazy, funny, handsome, gifted boyfriend, for all the ways he is just the person I’d always wanted to meet. We’re both in major potholes right now, but we’ll get through this. I believe in us! Like you told me this morning, in twenty years, we’ll laugh at how small this seems. Unless it seems small because we went through way worse things. Because that would suck! But I know you didn’t mean that. Ha!

My amazing, caring, ridiculously awesome friends, who notice when I need a boost or a kick in the butt, and make both happen with equal aplomb.

Murphy, the 8lb wonder dog, who is not my dog, but greets me each and every day with joy, nonetheless.

My iPod Touch, which was expensive but somehow sanity-necessary and managed to get purchased before everything fell apart.

Lemons. Oh, do I love lemons. Lemons are nature’s perfect everything.

Hearing great news in the lives of people I love.

Big mugs full of coffee.

Miles Davis.

New tank tops.

Private jokes.

Dragonflies.

Sunny days that aren’t scorchy.

Pedicures, which I WILL force myself to do at home. I WILL!

Sleeping in. Which I’ll do more of? Heh.

Peonies.

“Jump In The Line” as a morning alarm song. (“Oh-kay! I believe you!”)

Herbs from my lovely landlords’ garden (given, not stolen! ha!)

Accidentally walking under a sprinkler on hot days.

Laughing until I can’t breathe.

The magic of Pepcid AC.

Sushi, which I have not had forever.

FLIP FLOPS FOREVER. I don’t even want to hear about a lack of support or a lack of style. I DON’T CARE.

Dreams of Boston.

And you?