Today's sunset. Through a dusty window. I was in a rush.
As I suspected it would be, today was much better than yesterday. Nothing's changed, just a better perspective. At the beach, I ran into a woman who's becoming a friend (never fear M, no one can replace you!), though unfortunately she's moving to Portland when her husband retires in a few months. At least I'll see her up there. It will be nice to see another familiar face when I visit.
Another resident in my complex came by. I really enjoyed talking with both of them. We have similar life philosophies. The other acquaintance recognized me from LS, where she was a speaker a few months ago. We have similar philosophies about the program too. I hope I get to see her more. I'm sure I will. She walks her dog too, and our dogs played really well together.
I was so caught up in our conversation, I ended up leaving late and had only a few minutes at the barn to give Phoebe more grain and the Mister some snacks, then I raced back home to get ready for dinner. A friend of mine was hosting dinner for clients and friends. About 15 people. The food was really, really good! (Bourbon and Beef on College. Check it out if you're in Oakland.)
A lively crowd. A woman who works at my old office was there too. She's worked for my old boss for 20 years. Gossip was exchanged.
Afterwards, I swung by LS. Same old. I enjoyed it, but was so tired, I left about 15 minutes early. I would have skipped it but I won't have a chance to go again until Sunday, when I'm the speaker, for the first time since rehab, at the Sunday night version of LS. Different building, same people. I'm pretending to myself that I'm not dreading it. My story is so, so boring. Basically, I drank too much. No crazy stories to tell. It's a sad tale. I think I'll focus more on the recovery, though I fear that will be boring too. Oh well. Hopefully someone will find it useful.
Interview tomorrow!!! I would love to get this job. It doesn't pay a ton, but it would be fun and so freaking relaxing to not worry about paying basic bills for the first time in long, long time. It would free me up to pursue other income-producing interests without a sword hanging over my head. Wish me luck.