Today wasn't as bad as I had feared. Having a clear idea of what needed to be done and how to do it without any supervision from on high made for a good, productive, relaxing day of work. Does it make me weird if I actually find work relaxing so long as I can feel things getting done?
Haven't seen her since we talked on Friday or Saturday, I forget which. Maybe she has the same doubts I do. Who knows. I have taken to playing violin each day around the same time to see if she will show up, but she has yet to in recent days, but the playing in itself is nice. Like snowboarding, I make more discernible progress by doing it every day, which is more than I ever have before. What songs I do know I am finally getting down, and I am figuring out more and even playing random things I make up.
Tomorrow I will also be spending time writing again, with a goal of a thousand words per day for sixty days. Hoping to complete my second book in my superhero series, and maybe if I finish it early, I will start on one of the other three book ideas running about my head. Or maybe I can incorporate one of the others into this one. That is a thought...
A special shout out to @Magali who reads my blogs, or at least likes most of them. Good luck making pink, pretty lady.