Long winded, few words.
I barely remember Friday. It was very hectic, one thing to the next, and I'm apparently very good at sneaking people out of my house. Do with that what you will.
Sarah's birthday, then drove to *girl scout camp* which took forever because of the snow.
A lot happened this weekend. I felt loved, cared for, connected. A very good, very needed time. Lyss and I were closer again, which was wonderful. We always fix ourselves when we go.
I won't tell you everything that happened, but the moon on the lake was beautiful, and the cold was clean.
Then I made a mistake. It wasn't entirely my fault, and we didn't mean any harm, but I'm still sorry.
I don't really get it, and I don't think I'll do it again. It wasn't bad or anything, but I just felt like an idiot, and I don't think I liked the feeling of not complete control. But I don't regret anything, because you should try everything once.
This morning, the aftermath, cleaning, coming home. One large load of laundry. One blissfully hot shower, read for a bit, and then a glorious nap in my own bed.
Woke up eventually, then super bowl party.
Then now.
I love Damien Rice.
I'll see you tomorrow, I'm going to go sleep some more.
Today's Happy Thought: seeing the moon rise