There are days, and days

Good old reliable sine waves...ah. Feeling better, thank you for asking.

Things are better, yes. I interviewed for a job today that although I would be good at it, isn't the gig for me. C'est la vie. Move along. Another will come, just as good or better.

I won a trip to the Milwaukee Art Museum today from the Chicago Reader, though, and that's pretty hot. Two tickets on Amtrak and passes to the museum. Jason and I had been talking about going anyway, so clearly the universe concurs that we need a getaway. Indeed.

I now have so much hair that I am actually considering a....haircut. Seriously! No current pictures but I will have someone snap a few tomorrow and post 'em on up.

Booked tickets tonight for Thanksgiving at home and so happy to be going in for a week: nights with my one and only, with my old reliables, with my you and you and you, and with the light of my life, Little J. Who I hear is not so little anymore. Anyway, I will get out the crane and hoist him onto my lap if need be - I will snuggle with him by any means necessary. Revolutionary snuggling with my nephew, cool.

Been working out steady of late. Feels good, the body rock. I'm into it, but not in a hopped-up gym bunny way - it just feels good brainwise and bodywise. It cleans me. I sink into a mental zone while on the elliptical trainer, ellipticalling away smoothly yet forcefully, and visualize the last vestiges of the chemo drugs and the cancer, all the nasties, trying to hide in the little crevices inside...but not being able to resist the force of the sweat washing them out, washing them away drip drip drip. I am a sweaty girl, and for this, I like it. Begone, crap, there is no place for you here anymore.

Meh. That's all I got tonight.