My body is freaking weird. So this weekend I was doing fine. Arrived home. Feeling great. Yesterday morning all is well. Yesterday afternoon feeling really hard on myself for no definable reason. Yesterday evening, I’m tearing up at a “sentimental” scene on a T.V. program that is TOTALLY IN NO WAY actually sentimental enough for tears. Not even the premenstrual kind of tears that like to pop up during scenes with animals, or family reunions, or long distance phone commercials. I was tearing up watching Bones, when she comes out to appear on a kids science program wearing what pretty much amounted to this:
Except with pigtails and giant white Mickey Mouse hands. Why was I crying? I don’t know. It was not designed to be a particularly sentimental moment.
My body chemicals are bizarre and unpredictable to the point that I just shake my head and laugh now. I’m just super glad that didn’t hit me a day or two earlier. It could have made for an interesting trip if even the mundane stuff was super touching (“Oh my gosh – look at the salt! It’s sitting with the pepper like that! They must be friends! That’s so beautiful!! *sniff sniff tear*”).
The return home has been okay, aside from the fact that it really does feel totally strange not to be surrounded by a posse of twelve women (and one pink-daiquiri-toting man) at all times (clearly I need to start a girl band or try out for Canada’s Next Top Model), and that I’m desperately trying to figure out how we can still be bestest friends when some of them are so darn far away. My cats, who are SUPER snuggly at normal times, now require something stronger than all caps to describe their level of snuggliness upon my arrival home. They are **SUPER** snuggly. My boy just firmly refuses to be out of physical contact unless I am actively in the process of walking somewhere (in which case, he just trots along side me until I slow down enough that he can re-glom himself onto me again). This is actually kind of normal for him, but now rather than lying along side me, he wants to be all over my face, or chest, or spread eagle over my entire body. And it’s awesome.
It’s nice to be missed.