And the cat came back.

Have you ever had one of those days? Or one of those weeks? I just did. But I think it’s over now. When it’s one thing after another of rejection, abandonment, worry, and then the final kick when you’re down to finish the job. Things were not turning around and just when I thought, surely, this has to be the last car on the train, another would come barreling at me. But last night, the first good thing happened. My lost cat returned. He ran off on Wednesday night and didn’t return after a sudden thunderstorm. I was devastated. And to all of you out there who say it was just a cat, I say to you – screw you and go to hell. Bur he’s back now and I am back in my role of crazy cat lady, and the world seems in order.

Today was quite good as well. I got up early, made some eggs and potatoes (which were amazing – thank you Farmer’s Market!) and then went to my first ever Spinning class. It was awesome. It wasn’t nearly as intimidating as I thought it would be and I was able to push myself just hard enough that I didn’t feel like I was going to puke (but that line was in sight). Then I cleaned my entire apartment, top to bottom, which has fallen into disarray this last week, as my mind has been in disarray. It looks awesome now. Then I went to Mt. Tabor and hiked around. It was my first time out there and despite Ht. Hood being obscured by the clouds, it was still an awesome view and I had a great time outdoors. I’m also actually cooking again tonight, which seemed to have fallen by the wayside last week. Baked Rosemary Chicken, Herbed Potatoes with Onions and Garlic Spears. Oh yeah. You can’t go wrong with meat and potatoes.

It seems that things are back in order and back on track and well on their way to getting me out of this funk. Onward, upward and further.