Well...

[greenstorm]

...little to rival sinking into bed at 10am after a day of stonework *except* for today, which began with the warm curve of a back and an orange-all-over boy's dimples, continued with breakfast in the park in North Van before work, went into the satisfying final set of a stone pathway, then to an awesome lunch and an afternoon filled with stacking woodpiles (nature's very own tetris without all the annoying sitting down! My woodpiles don't fall over or wiggle, and I'm pretty fast. I love that sort of thing). I managed to catch the last seabus home before the crowd of office workers inundated it at 5pm, had a witty exchange with someone I was *very* close to on the skytrain when it was super-full due to mechanical breakdown, got rat cuddles, now I take a long saltwater bath, go out and buy anything I want for dinner, eat it, and finish off the day in the arms of my loving and very wonderful boyfriend-type thing.

See, I'm like a cork. Pop! and I'm back up again.

Yes, the week between last Tuesdays was pretty terrible. Yes, it's over.