Today

I'm sad today.

Nothing from the very start went as it was supposed to.

Last night, Chad & I arranged that I would get up & go with him to work; I would help put the finishing touches on the awards for the ceremony scheduled for Wednesday evening (today), I would shop for a skirt, tights, and shoes so I could attend with him; and then, he'd bring me back to the house after lunch.
This morning, I was so tired; I asked if we could put off our plans -- begin them at lunch instead of ending them at lunch. So he left for work on his own, and I slept till nearly 11 a.m. Then I got up, showered, got dressed & ready for the afternoon's activities; but I started to feel... unmotivated and discouraged. I didn't want to shop for a skirt. And tights. AND shoes. First of all, I have a dislike for shopping; second, I have a dislike for spending unneccesary money on myself; third, since I've gained weight, nothing ever fits me. And if it DOES by some miracle happen to fit, it's usually *ugly*. I think the clothing world figures "fat" people don't have any fashion sense. Why ELSE would everything in plus sizes be purple moo-moos??

It turns out, when Chad arrived at lunch, that he'd already put the finishing touches on the awards; and, since I didn't want to go shopping -- what else was there? I convinced him to take me to the vet centre where Jake is being boarded so I could visit my kitty.

Well, that was a production. My cat was scared, sad, lonely, confused. He was crying. So after a brief visit, during which I gave him fresh water, and held him momentarily, *I* ended up crying.

We left there, and had Tim Hortons' for lunch. We got it to go, and ate in the car at the waterfront -- which was nice; it was a lovely day, and we could smell the ocean, and I had a large cup of coffee in my hands! :)

Anyway, I didn't go to the ceremony; my dress clothes are all packed. I really wasn't thinking straight on moving weekend - I'd forgotten about the interim period that would exist before we could move into our place - so I only kept out a couple days' worth of clothes, and none for the meetings or service. OR fancy dress parties. *sigh*

On the plus side, I did get a couple of letters written, and last night purchased two discounted books on scrapbooking AND a magazine -- so those kept me occupied for quite some time today. I've been doing better emotionally than I'd thought I would be, for the most part, so I don't think this somber mood will endure very long; but I needed to write about it, and thought this medium would be appropriate.

Thanks for listening.