I feel like I need to write something new, so the depressing cat story won’t be the leading topic on my blog. Problem is, not a whole lot is going on. Steve, my future brother-in-law, didn’t arrive on Wednesday as planned (really long story), but he should be arriving at about 5 p.m. this evening. We were a little worried that he wasn’t going to make it here, but it looks like he’s on his way now, so that’s good.
Last night, Dave and I had dinner with a very nice couple who are old friends of his, and who I had never met before. I think this couple might possibly also be friends with Dave’s ex (they used to be, but there’s no real polite way to say, “So, do you still talk to so-and-so?” and not have it be a total conversation stopper). So going into it, I felt really self-conscious, like I was going to be closely scrutinized, and everything I said or did was going to be reported back to the ex. Not that I really care what the ex thinks of me. I’ve never met the woman, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m grateful that she’s gone, because I never would’ve met Dave otherwise. But still, there is some tiny little mean part of me that wants it to get back to her, like “Wow, Dave’s fiancee is so smart and funny and wonderful. He sure did upgrade!” It’s stupid and juvenile, I know. And as it turned out, dinner was fantastic. The food was great, the conversation flowed easily, and a good time was had by all. So there was no need to worry. Oh well.
That’s about it. It’s Friday, and my first week of unemployment has been mind-numbingly dull. I’ve been keeping myself busy doing stuff around the house, but still, I feel like a sloth. I know it’s strange, but I absolutely cannot wait to start my new job.