I would love to tell you that my world is full of glitter, lava lamps, glowing yellow sunsets on a beautiful rocky shoreline and ...hope, but I fear that is not the case. I do have a lovely sunset from this view, but that is all. I'm okay with a lack of hope. As a friend and I were talking about on FB recently, hope hurts. I really don't know if hope is worth all of the hype.
I left work today feeling a bit like a cross between Piglet and the Tazmanian Devil tonight. I hopped in Watson, turned on Waze and made my way down here to Ellicott City for a Shakespeare play. I'm meeting two former students for the production. I am currently sitting in my trunk - the hatchback open, my knee kicked over the side and the sun about to dip behind the trees in front of me. "Who Can It Be Now?" is playing somewhere off to the right, from the direction I am sitting in. And a girl walking through the parking lot near me just said, "Four out of five voices in my head said 'Go for it.'"
I've found myself weepy the past couple of days. I was in tears on Monday sitting at my desk. One of the knitters told me to go to the guild meeting, so I did. I found myself jealous of all of the time they seem to have to knit. I don't have time like that anymore now that classes are over. I can't knit in sessions with my clients. Maybe one day if I ever lead cancer survivorship/struggle groups I will be able to knit in session.
It's going to be a 2 hour ride home after this play. I'm not looking forward to that and I think that means I won't get home until one. I have Tyrion Lannister in chains in book 5 at the moment - not to give too much away for the non-book readers - to keep me company on the way home.
The student-friends just arrived, honked their horn, which made me flinch, hit my head on the ceiling and rubbed it in a little pain. Then there were much giggles in their car, even with the windows closed!
Off to A Comedy of Errors!