Back… from Outer Space

Thank you all so much for your well wishes and prayers. It really means a lot to me. Everything is looking good now, and on the upswing…

(“Geez, Diana, could you be more vague?”
“Probably not, but I spent the last few days having people say to me, ‘Don’t put this on your blog, okay?’ so it is what it is.”)

I also want to wave hello to the people who have discovered Secret Society Girl in the past few days. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy it.

What a ridiculous few days. I haven’t gotten anything accomplished but I haven’t been this stressed out since I was a senior in college (a period in life that I still have nightmares about, which is, perhaps, why I’m able to capture Amy’s state of mind). And the signs of stress are definitely showing.

Example #1: While leaving a parking garage, I accidentally forget an envelope full of important documents on hood of car. Since I never put things on the hood of my car for precisely this reason, I am initially mystified, upon arrival at my destination, as to where said envelope could have gone. Bewildered, I search car, bags, and call back to my origin point to see if I left the envelope there. Negative. I frantically drive BACK to the origin point, keeping an eye out for glimpses of the envelope along the (very busy, main thoroughfare and beltway exit). Finally discover envelope in middle of road right by the exit of the parking garage. Has been run over multiple times, is flattened, dirty, and full of holes. Documents inside are (miraculously) mostly untouched, except for the top page, which is a bit dirty and wrinkled, and all the binder clips on the documents, which are no longer triangular so much as linear. Still, close call.

Example #2: While ordering dinner for Sailor Boy and myself, I forget that he requested, and I ordered, a pasta dish, and then proceed to order him another meal entirely. If anyone’s in the mood for Szechuan beef, I’m drowning in it.

Example #3: In packing up a DVD to send back to Netflix, I completely fail to put the proper DVD (Poltergeist) in the Poltergeist Tyvek slip. Instead, I put in a home-taped episode of BBC time-travel show, Life on Mars. Then I sealed the envelope up and put it in the mail. Luckily, I figured this out a few moments later, when instead on seeing seventies-era Manchester on my screen, I saw Carol-Anne in front of a snowy TV set. Seriously, though, what gives?

I’m not usually like this. But suffice to say, there is a reason that I will not be posting on anything craft-related or complicated today. Instead, I’ll be snoozing and catching up. If you have any suggestions, let me know in the comments.