Hypothesis

I spent the whole day dealing with rental postings. Tom and I have decided to launch a project this summer that involves a cross country trip. It's quite exciting and intimidating. Nevertheless, we're renting our place for the summer (let us know if you are or know an interested party) and I'm wading through the whole craigslist posting world again. Weird.

Tom and I ran into an old friend today in SF after an appointment. It'd been so long since I'd seen her that she doesn't even know about the cancer. I opted not to tell her and that felt great. Another friend asked me what my status is now... "Is there any more in there?" "No." I said. What the hell?! If I say it, it might make it so ;-)

Ecole Bilingue has its Marche (fair, games, dunking, etc...) this weekend. It should be fun for the kids. Maybe for us, too. George and I are supposed to handle the Sucre stand for awhile. Uh oh.  Cole's going to translate that one into "Caaaaandy!"

I keep getting myself worked up and stressed out about very little. It seems strange that after getting a cleaner bill of health than I thought, I get very stressed easily. Shouldn't I be revelling in the light? I think maybe it's been pent up and my general mode of operation is to find stupid silly ways of keeping myself stressed... just a hypothesis.

Comments

[Jennanananananaaaaaa]

sounds like good ol normal mama stress. enjoy.

[Lisa Claybaugh]

It's a good hypothesis. Don't beat yourself up. It's all a normal part of healing, physically and psychically.

[Lucie]

I have noticed that I often get sick on the first day of vacation, after a particularly hard project. It's like my body keeps it together for the Big Challenge, but then allows itself some slack when it's no longer essential.