Coming up Roses

Ruth was here, called me just as I was writing the last post. It was so nice seeing her. I ranted probably too much about the wreck we call my love life, but boy did I need it. She's a great friend, listening to all of it. Hanging out made me feel better, plus she brought me some nice smelly stuff. The candle she brought is burning near me making everything smell beautiful and rosey.

We ended up having an impromptu reunion with my sister who came down from her hamlet with her now refugee cat. She and her roommate are having problems that recently escalated to a point where she worries about the roomie doing bad stuff to her belongings. The kitty is the least replacable and most dear part of A's life, so the kitty is staying down here for a little while. It's like summer camp. That's what we told the cat at least. She's been very sweet.

Good lord, look at the time. T and I talked tonight, then e-mailed. I think we are officially breaking up. Tonight ended with me telling him not to call me until he was done with this dissertation draft. Hence the extreme hour. I am upset, but I have to at least try to sleep or I'll come apart completely. At times like this, I try to remind myself that this is all part of the rich tapestry of life. Oh yeah, and my toilet's broken.