Nothing like a Monday morning, sans kid.
Really, the last couple days or so have been hellacious, due to too much togetherness. I'm not the easiest person to get along with, let alone 24/7, and she's a fiery girl. We're lucky we haven't killed one another.
Bedtime was 8:00pm, so that hopefully her first day back would not be slumped across her desk, due to a late night and no sleep in. We were both back up at midnight though, sitting in the livingroom, wide awake. The girl upstairs is pregnant and ready to go any day now. I remember the final 72 hours of pregnancy... and the incessant trips to the washroom. While she used to be tiny, it ain't so now, and those lumbering footsteps wake us up nightly. I'm happy and excited for her, even though I don't know her that well. She's going to have a girl, she said.
I've been living on edge lately, as I still haven't heard anything about my pending contract. Well, I talked to the woman today, and she did say that once she confirms some final information from my potential employer it shouldn't be too long... it's been long enough, though. A whole Christmas holiday spent worrying about money, even though I tried hard not to.
Though I like to drink beer a lot, I rarely feel as if I've talked too much, or done something embarassing while under the influence. And while New Year's Eve has always been my exception to not worry about such things as limits and self-censorship, I was surprised to see a guy I know cross the diner yesterday to give me a great hug and a significant smile. I can shadily recollect an extended conversation that night, yet my memory is... shady. I simply smiled widely, however, and gave up trying to remember details. I have a lot of men in my life, and though not one of them is or has ever been my boyfriend, they are all great guys, almost like brothers. I appreciate the fact that they look out for me, and let me in on their little secrets and feel free to tell me all. It makes it easier, because unlike real brothers, I don't get teased mercilessly if I ever get too out of hand.
My social agenda is shaping up to be one of concerts, performances and dancing. A hometown gig, followed by one in Toronto, dance classes beginning next week, (really, I'm signing up tonight for some latin dancing!), and a cabaret to go to in February. I've got ping-pong championships to brush up for, and I'm off to shoot some pool mid-week with the girls. And while I always write about my boys, my girls are just as special. All are just as beautiful as I hope to be seen as, not just physically, but inside where it counts.
I'm off now, my laundry is done, and I'm going to pull on a pair of freshly laundered army pants, my black t and hoodie, and my new Converse hi-tops. I'm going to cover up my out-of-control hair with a knit cap, and walk downtown with a paperback in my back pocket, and enough money for a couple of cups of coffee. It's still warm enough to not need a coat, though there's call for snow tomorrow evening. It may be the last day of this foolish weather, and it may not be. Either way, it's time to get outside and go. Go where? I don't know, only my feet know, at this point.