This week

So this week has been hard to write about because there have been lots of ups and downs. Like I hesitate to write about it because it bothers me, but then I think that maybe someone will read it and see that others struggle too.

Monday was surreal. We got our travel plans worked out for me to fly to see Hedgehog Guy's defense and then for both of us to fly back to Vancouver for good. We got the moving van reserved, meaning only 15 more days until we are together again in the same city for good (outside of usually sampling trips and conferences). I got good news from immigration that Hedgehog Guy could get his work permit at the airport when we arrive and not wait 73 days for a mail version. Tuesday was going great until I essentially broke a very expensive piece of equipment at work (as in it costs half my annual salary). It's my fault for doing it, but the equipment company's fault for sending me the wrong stuff. I was totally devastated. I hardly slept or ate for two days until something snapped on Thursday, and I decided there was nothing I could do about it. I think I might have been in a constant state of panic attack with heart racing and hard time breathing for two days. I had to teach all three of my boss's classes this week, with Wednesday's lecture being the best, probably because it was a discussion class and not a real lecture! Friday we found a couple more post-docs for Hedgehog Guy to apply for, and I had a really good time at dinner with the labbies. Saturday was SUNNY after weeks of fog, rain, and snow, so I went to work, did errands, took the dog for a walk and gardened.

Today it rained again, and I cooked. Giving me time to think. I'm still down about the thing at work, and worried about Hedgehog Guy. This is such a stressful time, yet I am so excited for Hedgehog Guy to be almost a done after years of agony and to be with him again. I still need to work on driver's license and car importation - don't even get me started on that situation. I know it will be better after the defense and move, but then have to worry about work and money. It seems never ending. I say constantly that I can't wait to retire. Run a cross-stitch shop and a home for run-away dogs in a bungalow by the water. Even the dog is upset since I took away the mattress he's been laying on in an attempt to keep it a bit dog hair free before selling it.

Then I remember that I really shouldn't complain. It could be way worse, just have to try to not let it become that way. Here is a Hedgehog Dog pic for cheering you up: