spending too much time looking at the closed door...

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)

This week, if I had health, I could:

• go to a party tonight for my friends graduating from med school.
• go to a wedding shower on Wednesday for my friend who is graduating from med school today and getting married on Friday
• go to a wedding on Saturday (I WILL BE AT THIS EVENT, come rain or come shine.)

Oh, and it's Memorial Day this weekend! (I should be glad, I get an extra day off, but...)

The cold still is with me. My mood has turned from "eh" to worse.

And I can quote portions of Season 4, Vol 3 to you: (Carrie) "That's my squirrel?" and "I can't believe you're going out with someone named after a tree!" and (Miranda) "that's my scary age"(43) and (Carrie) "45 is mine."

Last night I sat between two men who talked to each other about the 10% rule or the 10 year rule. So gentlemanly of them...one had the theory that age of girlfriend shouldn't equal more than a 10% difference between yours. I actually remember having the "age" conversation with said gentleman at exact seat, at least a year ago. The other had the theory that 10 years older or younger, as long as it wasn't illegal. Nice, guys. Real pleasant for this 35 year old almost-SPINSTER to be listening to. I think I'm getting very bitter. Is it any WONDER???

Also, had an email exchange with my psychiatrist this morning:

Me: "I forgot to schedule after our last appt, when should I reschedule?"
Him: "If you're feeling fine mood-wise, 4-5 weeks. If not, then sooner."

Until this morning, I think I would have said 4-5 weeks. I don't think my current therapist has seen me cry yet. I think she'll be getting full use of her Kleenex box this morning.

This afternoon, I HAVE to look at my bills.

A happy thought: I have some clean clothes.

Oh, and did I mention that today has already been:

trip to the chiropractor.

In a few, I'll hop in the car for:

trip to the therapist.

Then I'll catch a quick lunch and then motor to Oakland for:

a blood test. (It's for the study I'm in, see other blog.)

I've been re-reading Jill Davis' Girl's Poker Night. I love this book. I love this book so much.