What was that thing about not WILDLY celebrating your dilapidated house eggs until they've fully hatched? (Yeah, that's the metaphor. I'm a writer, that's literally my job.) Still, I am really excited. It feels like this huge weight has been lifted off me. I can walk around and see potential and happiness and growth instead of constant uncertainty. 

First day back at work. Well, by back, I mean sitting in my PJs at my desk here at the house but still. I should really do the stuff I said I was working on back the week before Christmas when I was actually doing nothing... but the house is a mess because I've felt so unable to engage with it, and it would be so nice to blow off a bit this afternoon and tidy up the place. 

It will be good to get back into my exercise and healthy habits routine, even if I'm less motivated at work. My favorite coworker is quitting - I think I mentioned that - and I'm bummed about that. I get the sense that I liked her a lot more than she liked me, but I guess that's okay, sometimes life is like that. In a way, it's a relief to not do the dance of promising each other to make friendship plans outside of work, when if we haven't done so in the five years we've been working together, we aren't likely to start now.