So basically, the last two months have kicked my ass.

In December, I had a miscarriage, and came to the incredibly difficult decision that it's time to pull up my Kitsilano/Pt. Grey roots and transplant them in White Rock. The holidays, although wonderful and joyous, were also filled with a variety of mood swings as I dealt with those two things. (Oddly, the idea of moving filled me with a lot more sadness than the miscarriage did... well, more extended sadness at least.)

January happened. No sooner did I start to feel like I had recovered from these two things, and come to terms with the White Rock decision (Crescent Beach... so cute! So near the ocean! So not suburban cookie cutter hellhole!), than the husband received the rather shocking news from the doctor that he has diabetes. Although I have every confidence that this will be a very manageable situation, it still frankly sucks balls, and the last week or so has been filled with a lot of Figuring Out What This Entails. I spent a bunch of time being scared for him and had to be physically restrained from throwing out every bit of white rice and pasta in the house.

So yeah, I've feel a little chewed up and spit out by life of late. BUT! This morning I had a posh brunch with my oldest friend at Bacchus Lounge, and we drank super pricey mimosas. And in the afternoon I had coffee with one of my closest friends and bitched thoroughly about the world. And tonight Karina had the Buffy girls over, and there was wine drinking, and crafts, and glitter. And Spuffy sex. And a very, very cute dog that I narrowly escaped taking home. And there are still flowers on my dining room table, albeit somewhat wilted.

So this whole life thing doesn't suck at all, really.