Brain currently booting in Safe Mode

Yesterday was something.

As one of the millions of customers without a single way to communicate with the world, it was... I can't even adequately describe it. The kid sulked most of the day, because he couldn't go online or play some of the games he had planned on playing or watch YouTube until his eyes fell out.

Me? I got to see someone I'd not seen in damn near ten years and we just hung out and shot the shit for hours. He ended up being late for another meetup but didn't seem all that upset about it. His is one of the few friendships I have where we can just pick up where we left off. It's nice to have that, as he lives a good seven hours away and we text super sporadically.

Mixed bag? I guess that's the best descriptor for yesterday.

When you first get married (or handfasted or shack up or whatever), your partner is your life and life without them is inconceivable.

When you have children, everything changes. Losing your partner now becomes conceivable (not that anyone of us wants to lose our lifemates), but losing your child does not.

It's a funny thing, really. We think we're so evolved, but we only live to bring the next generation into this world, just like salmon and marmosets and toads.

Well, I didn't get my birthday wish afterall. Damn. I've been looking forward to that drink for a long long time. Oh well. Not that I would have enjoyed the taste of alcohol yesterday, what with the cold and the aftertaste of Ricola and everything, but it would have been nice.

Otherwise, though, it was a good day yesterday. I ate WAY too much, thanks to my mom and clawfoot, and even got a huge boquet of yellow freesia from the Grays. I like getting flowers. It's also probably the only aspect of me that's really a girly girl.

Now I have half the money for that writer's conference in June (my mom is incredible, really. She even permanently loaned me her old sewing machine because mine is pooched), lots to read ("Shadowmarch" from my understanding and very patient husband and the first Lemony Snickett book from meowster) and gift certificates to squander delightfully on comics and a hair cut (from the exceedingly generous joncanuck and the_daily_rant who stuck them in a punishing card).

Friday night, I drank a little too much tea, but was in the company of friends, so having to get up at least six times to pee in the middle of the night was worth it. :) So thanks to all and sundry who made my very low-key "milestone" birthday worth celebrating, by making it all about me and not at all about the parasite.