who leaves me for dead in my ghost town grey and returns like color tv

For it being a short week for me at work, it certainly was a long one. Win party and year review and also try to remember how to do this job after the most consecutive days off you've ever had. My one-on-one was positive though. My team lead said he thinks I'm team lead material, which is odd, since I don't even know how to scam my op manager out of extra drink tickets.

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It's weird. I felt so numb for days, like I wouldn't have any feeling ever again about anything. And then, yesterday, every single feeling in the world came rushing back at me. Grief, hurt, happiness, need, this vulnerability, sorrow, more vulnerability. I was the designated driver last night, but I feel emotionally hungover. Better, though, I think.

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I don't really have much to do today except run and eat salad. Might get my seeds started. Might do some spring cleaning while I have the house to myself. Might hike. (I am very boring.)

For now though, sitting at my kitchen table, looking at the paper cranes Todd's 13 year old left there when we had them over for dinner. Paying bills. Sven is bringing me all his toys and piling them on my boots.

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Lunch. (Okay, breakfast too.) Mary lured me into the bar last night saying she had eggs "at a special price for me--free!"and then gave me a grocery bag of three dozen eggs so I guess it's crepes and quiche and baking all weekend.

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Adding another bullet to this thrice-added-on post to report that my entire storage room is flooded. Something they said could happen when they fixed the furnace last time I almost died from a house mishap down there, but a potential problem they had allegedly fixed.

Standing in an inch and a half of water, realizing it must not be deep enough to hit the outlet yet, since I had not yet been electrocuted, the tremendous stupid weight of dealing with this on top of catching up on everything from freak tragic circumstances hit me. I thought to myself "I want to just lie down and cry," but then I thought, "Oh, no, I actually don't, it's sort of-kind of funny, and this is nothing I can't deal with." I also thought "I sure need some good news" but then I thought "well, that's not likely to happen, but okay."

I did run and get half my seeds potted before I went down to start some laundry and discovered Lake Placid. Oh my goodness, I would like a beer though.