It hasn’t been a very good day, and it doesn’t help that I’m really, really, tired. But to make a very long (and completely, utterly, supremely boring) story short….-ish…

My best friend is interviewing for a job halfway across the country (and unfortunately, it seems the interview went really well).

I took a long walk which would have been wonderful if I hadn’t had to suffer through about 25 minutes of head-on wind that was so cold it gave me an ice cream head-ache. And there wasn’t even any ice cream involved. I don’t even have any ice cream in my house! So this was unfair to such a degree that I can’t even start to contemplate it. It was after this that my friend called to gush about her prospective new job…

To top it all off, I’m tired of doing what I should be doing, but there’s nothing on TV, so I started playing with iTunes only to stumble across a recording of my absolute favorite handbell piece that my choir recorded… back when I was in a handbell choir. In 30 seconds flat I was a teary mess. One minute in, the nose got involved in the fun. By the end of the piece (only 3 minutes and 52 seconds later) my face was just about as far as it could be from the face of any of those girls in Victorian novels who somehow manage to look prettier after crying.

It wasn’t that the piece was so pretty. You could even hear us turning pages a couple of times, and there was one point when the middle bells lost their place and went stunningly silent for a measure (and this was on a demo CD for a handbell catalog!). I just miss the life I had when I recorded that piece. I miss bells. I miss that particular choir. I miss living near my family. I miss … everything.

I would keep writing, but I have a date with a tissue box and some chocolate. It’s going to be one of those nights…

I should never have listened to that recording.