I had quite the bout with illness the last seven days. I'm amazed by how many of you reached out via comments, f-book, chat, texts, calls, etc. I appreciate the outpouring of support and offers to help--so sweet on all of your parts! There were a few dicey days in there, but I'm happy to say I'm definitely on the up and up. Swallowing (and in turn breathing, drinking, eating, yawning, talking, etc.) is no longer too much of a burden and I'm regaining some strength.
But when it rains, why does it always seem to pour? Do our downcast spirits have a heightened awareness and sensitivity to the other crummy things we have going on in our lives? Or do bad things really come in threes?
I'm not too sure of the answer to that question, but I do know I finally became a police statistic. Someone smashed in my driver's side front window sometime between Tuesday and Friday (how little I drive my car when I commute to work and fall into bed immediately after getting home) and stole my GPS and the bulk of the rip-away $1 bills (in a pack of 100) my Gram gives us for Christmas every year. As annoying as it is to lose $200+ of goods from my car, the true annoyance comes from actually having to deal with this kind of situation. The glass was every where in my car -- I couldn't even move my car off the street before I swept most of the glass off the seat. Then comes the perpetual worry of your now open-to-the-world car getting stolen outright because it's perma-open to the world. The glass needs to be vacuumed, insurance and police reports filed, oh yeah, and not having a window in February in Boston. Awesome.
The silver lining to the icing on the top of a dramatic week was a) my car hasn't been stolen yet, b) it wasn't my house that got broken into, c) i didn't get my face smashed in and d) those greedy theives didn't steal my Tammy Taylor sunglasses. Right?
To celebrate the end of a craptastic week, I decided to spend the afternoon at the multi-plex. I bus and T'd myself downtown in record time (pretty sure divine intervention was making up for the fact my car was parked in the wrong place at the wrong time) and enjoyed a double feature of Slumdog Millionaire with a hotdog followed by Confessions of a Shopaholic with popcorn. Both features had a large Coke Zero. Talk about heaaaaaaaaaaven. HEAVEN. That's right folks, I travel alone and I go to movies alone.
Dinner and dessert with two of my favorite people provided another umbrella from the rain, and Saturday cemented itself as the best day of this week.
Having a car with three windows still kind of makes me nervous. But it's late and I'll have to deal with that another day!