Mike and I sat face to face today waiting for his ride to work. As I picked up my cup of cocoa he slid back in the chair and made some noncommital comment about not wanting to get spilled on. With the humiliation of a huge milk fresh in my mind I launched into a tirade about how I don't spill, that the milk had been the first time in a long time and I'm not so clumsy as to dump every drink I handle. Mid-tirade the cup slipped a little and I sloshed cocoa into my lap. Now comes the age old question: If he hadn't said anything would I have still spilled or did his mentioning it lead directly to the spill. The matrix haunts me. He is sure that we had a psychic link right before and he saw it happen. It leaves me with an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach.
We got the letter last night that Ari is accepted into headstart. I was so excited for her I did a little dance and she went to bed singing what can only be described as "The Excitement Song". No real words, just a couple sing-songy verses of "whooo-hooo!" I'm a little concerned about being able to pick them both up but we will work something out.
I sat down with my novel last night and pounded out three pages. I know it doesn't seem like a lot but that combined with the fact that I'm journaling again and I tried a poem indicates maybe the lull is over. I'm good and I know I'm good- maybe a down payment for a book will ease the stress of waiting for MIlts payday. Of course I'm not expecting to be accepted right away but I have faith.
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