I had one of those funny days, where life did not go as planned. I did not go to D's house with H last night because of all the appointments I had today. Well, chiropractor office moved, I forgot that was happening (being out of town and all) hadn't read the postcard with new location - missed that one. IC appt cancelled - family emergency, therapist's brohter died. Massage therapist sick, had to reschedule that for next week too. So much for the big self-care day! But, I had a 2 1/2 hour lunch with old friends from my soccer team - that worked out! We talked about the 5 Love Languages and relationships - they get what I'm doing and are really supportive and talked about their relationships too and how to do preventative maintenance - all good stuff. And the extra time for me today is a bonus in disguise. I will get D's graduation invitations out before I leave town, and do my laundry so I come home on Sunday ready for the new week. Surprise bonus: called H to see how the house project is coming along, did he neead any supplies from here? and to let him know he can check into the hotel before me if he wants to stay w/ me. He was happy for that. He's definitely staying with me at the hotel, hoping I can even get there early enough to have dinner with him too. I know I said I would be OK whether he stayed with me or not, and I would have been. But honestly, I am really happy I am getting some alone time with him because he wants to. I do miss him. And I will DB and take what I get without expectations and manage myself well and have a good time too. I am just a little more excited about the weekend though, than I would have been if he was walled up from me and sleeping on D's couch. I guess that is not surprising. Spending the night in the same bed for two nights is a happy baby step in my book. More later.


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When one door of happiness closes, another one opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us. - Helen Keller