~Nutshell~

I’ve accepted a new position doing case management for a large home health and hospice company.  I start in ten days.  I’m both happy and terrified.

Reporter has gone radio silent.  I think he’s shy, but a girl shouldn’t have to work this hard!  (Neither should a boy.  There should be some mutual pursuit.  Just saying.)

Special Man Friend and Mrs. A have broken up, but they are in that raw “just broken up” period, where everyone is sad and mad and hurt and confused and nobody has any distance from it, and nobody has made any peace.  (More on that later.)

I have three photo shoots this weekend. THREE.  Talk about performance anxiety.

CC is throwing a dinner party this weekend to celebrate SMF’s birthday.  I’m bringing baklava, which I will not be making myself.  I’m considering telling people I did, though.  (They would never believe me.  I never bake.)

I got to drive a few hours away and hang out with a fun friend and her partner.  So much good conversation and giggles and cuddling and happy sexy time! (More on that later as well. I’m still sorting through some thoughts.)

I want to write more.  I have felt a little self-conscious lately, as my important people read my blog, as well as a few others in my extended network.  It’s been dicey, with the recent difficulties between SMF and Mrs. A, and the previous stresses between myself and Mrs. A.  I don’t think I want to share too much, but I do want to talk about some of the lessons learned, and how this has affected me on my blog, while still being respectful of everyone’s feelings and privacy.

Easy peasy, right?