A Small Victory

Friday, March 26, 1999

11:04 PM

In the end, I decided not to go. I'd pretty much talked myself into not going as I wrote last night's entry, but I wanted to sleep on it and see how I felt about it this morning. When I woke up, I didn't feel a thing... and it was a relief. No more guilt about not wanting to go; no more nagging from Duty. I wasn't meant to go, and that's all there was to it.

Mom went, and about half an hour after she left, her sister-in-law called, wanting to talk to her. I told my aunt Mom was already on her way down, and she just said okay and goodbye.

When she left, Mom said she'd be back late afternoon, so I figured I had plenty of time to relax and do my thing today. I talked to Jev until his first class, had breakfast, played with the cat, and started working on my journal. Jev got back and we talked some more, while I continued to work on my journal. After he headed off to his afternoon classes, I heated up last night's leftover spaghetti, played with the kitten again while it was nuking, and then ate and started to work on my site again.

Ten minutes later, at half past noon, Mom comes waltzing in, complete with goodies she found at a rummage sale. My uncle is better.. he doesn't have pneumonia, and with medication, the congestive heart failure is under control. He gets to go home tomorrow. Hopefully he'll take this as a big hint to quit smoking -- again.

Anyway, as soon as she'd gotten in and shown me her stash, she wanted me to get dressed so we could go shopping. I did, and we went to get more groceries, and I found some new clothes. Then we came home, and I hopped back on the computer to work on my site, and talked to Jev. Had a nice productive afternoon and evening, and all in all, it's just been a nice day.

Mom even brought me our first daffodil, and it's sitting here on my desk, bright and cheery yellow. Spring is definitely here; I think I may go out and plant my sunflowers tomorrow.