Need I say more???

Today’s horoscope said:

Don’t get overwhelmed by tension that you have no control over.

Too late.

I said I didn’t want this to be a distraction to you, and I meant it. One huge source of pressue is enough.

I wish you were coming home sooner. Waiting is going to be hard, even though it was at my suggestion.

I hope that you accomplish what you need to while you’re gone.

I hope you liked the card.

I miss you.

Wanting to know if they care.
Wanting to be the one.
Wanting that connection.

My nights have been very quiet.
The phone doesn’t ring between 7 and 9.
I miss your voice.
And your laugh.

I don’t see you in my inbox.
Or my buddy list.

I hope you come back.

Today’s horoscope:

Focusing on the worst scenario possible will increase its likelihood.  

Note to self…

Everything is sore.  Everything.  Calves, shins, hamstrings, quads.  Lower back, abs, traps, biceps and triceps.  Neck.  

I played hockey Wednesday night.  Last night my trainer finished kicking what was left of my butt.  Could barely lift my head off the pillow this morning.  

Note to self:  don’t schedule hockey and trainer back to back.  

After stumbling across their website on the ‘net, I decided I wanted to give a women’s ice hockey team a try.

Went to my first practice last night. Let me just tell you its a helluva lot harder than it looks! At first I could barely skate and hold the stick. Thankfully by the time the warmup was over I was doing OK on that…and breathing a little hard. The drills the coach ran us through for two hours were hard, attested to by even the girls who had been doing it for a while. I was the only one on the ice who’d never held a stick…and it showed! You know you suck when the coach claps his hands and says, “Good effort!”

I did not, of course, manage to get through the evening without falling…a couple of really hard landings on my backside and a spectacular headfirst skid into the boards. Those helmets really work.

Achy shoulder and tender butt aside, I had a great time…the other girls and the coaches were super and very tolerant of my bumbling around. They invited me to the group outing for beers afterward, but by that time I was quite ready for a hot shower and bed. A massage in between would have been nice.

But I’m definitely going to give this a shot. Two weeks from now look for another sore backside post!

It started on my way home from work.

Difficult to describe – a heaviness in the bottom of my stomach. Leaden.

I think M. is about to call things off – so is this a gut feeling?

Maybe it’s just the hotwings I had for lunch.

For those of you following the drama…when we spoke Monday night, he said he wanted to “sleep on it.” As of right now, he’s still sleeping. Stay tuned for the next episode…

Me, sitting in the office at 6am. Probably a last too, truth be known. Funny how easy it was to get to work early, having been awake since 3. This would naturally be a time for getting things out of the way before the phone starts to ring. I have two different stacks here in front of me. I flatly wish I was somewhere else. Like still asleep. The beach would be a suitable alternative. What was it I was saying about a trip to the Caribbean???