I had a very enjoyable Independence Day yesterday. My lunch with J, which I have been stressing & obsessing about for at least a couple of weeks, went very well. It was great to see him; I really enjoyed our conversation. Physically, he is much the same. . . looks a little older and has changed his hairstyle, and that's about it. He doesn't seem to have changed much in general, actually. For fear of going off on a long tangent about my feelings about him, I will leave it at this: I am sure I will see more of him, but I have no idea where this is going to go. I know he wants to see more of me. . . I just don't know if it's for friendship or something more. . . and I don't even know if *he* knows at this point.
After my lunch with J--which, hello! I should so not have stressed over! Very typical of me--I went to a party at my friend C's house. The house was really lovely, and it was great to see C and spend some time with her. I also saw my very pregnant friend KH & her husband. Quite fun. The only downside was the heat--it was brutal. But that's Phoenix in July.
Work is eh. Now that I am coming down the home stretch, I really don't much feel like doing work. I guess this is what they call "short timer's syndrome." Ah well.
I have done absolutely zero to prepare for my upcoming move. I desperately need to start sorting and packing, but haven't been able to make myself do it yet. Grrrr. . . . I have so little self discipline, it's a miracle I've made it to this point in my life.
Weigh-in in 2 hours!