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 Sorry i haven't called, i'm so busy at work.

I don't think thats going to fly when it's me talking to myself.

But i really have been busy at work.  And my private life has seemed to center out a bit with the exception of a few unexpected meltdowns.

I'm trying to pretend i know what i'm doing at work- and i'm suddenly interacting with so many people who have intimidated me in the past......and now i'm feeling like part of a team again.  But i don't kid myself.  I have the knowledge and history that they need probably to put me out of a job ......

Not really, but it's always a possibility.  Everything is changing very rapidly around here and i'm just tying to remain relevant. 

Mister texted me to have a good night after work yesterday - he was going out with a friend, Darcy.  I waited to feel something.....nope.  Don't care.  I think thats good?  He has a lot of female friends which brings up a few alarms in the back of my head but i think i'll just wait and see how it pans out.

Sometimes i wonder if he's gay.

There i said it.

at the very least, Bi.

Does it matter?  The gay part would matter.  I'm not that cool. 

He'd probably be mortified that i'm even wondering.  The man has 4 children, 2 adults and 2 youngers.  He sure likes making babies at least.

This morning my phone was beebing like mad.  I had 3 different people making plans with me for the weekend.  Doug and Jen are picking me up Saturday morning and we are going on an all day adventure, then coming home to eat crockpot dinner and eat gummies and drink.  They will stay over.  Sunday we will have breakfast, and hang out until they leave.  Sunday afternoon i will probably see Mister for a few hours. 

I better get all my chores and housecleaning done this week.

My phone was annoying me- and then i stopped and thought how lucky i am to have people in my life that make plans with me.

That want to spend time with me.

Even when i have literally nothing to offer.

That said, i might be doing a longer than 3 mile walk with my gf Sarah after work Friday - she is a great encourager.  I can't wait for her to see the difference in the last time we walked together - AND that i can go up and down my front steps without holding on to the railings.

lol Such small things that make me feel so accomplished.

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