It's hard to feel down about anything when you look at this face, isn't it?
I had a nice few days in L.A. doing not much of anything - hanging out with Dad and Deb playing Scrabble, helping Deb make ooey gooey chocolate chip cookies, seeing a movie, spending a day with Jen, Jim and their adorable Juliette. It was nice to take my mind off of things for a bit while Chris was out of town.
Yesterday afternoon, at the traditional P.F. Chang's Easter dinner, the fortune in my cookie said this: You'll accomplish more later if you take some time for yourself. So true ... I hope.
I came home early this morning. (And I do mean early. For a 7 a.m. flight I was up at 4:30 a.m. to be at the airport by 5:30 and it is so amusing to watch these people's eyes grow wide as they realize how long the line for security is - almost to the next terminal - and fret they will not make their plane. Um, hi - it is Monday morning at freaking LAX, what did you expect?)
Sorry, what was I saying? Oh yes, I came home today. To a car (thanks to Chris for parking it under a tree) covered in bird poo. So covered that we couldn't (a.k.a. were afraid to go near it with a 10-foot pole) open one of the car doors. If that old line that grandmas tell their grandchildren that getting pooped on by a bird is good luck, then HoneyBun is in for something special, I will tell you.
So, car washed and me with no nap (if you couldn't already tell by the rambling nature of this post) I am home now and in a makeshift office set up at the dining room table knee deep in the joy that is searching for a job. But feeling less stressed because my husband (who is wonderful even if he did leave my car under a tree) tells me that everything will be okay, as long as we have each other.