Do you ever have that experience when you hope really hard for something . . . and then it comes true, and you feel a little weirded out, or even guilty about it? Like, just this past week, I had an event, and I was really hoping not to bump into a certain person, who I knew would be there. I even told Brian to think of me/send me warmth and light, because: “If he asks me how I’m doing, I’m going to have to lie.” Then, I get there for the event, and he’s not there. We’re told he’s been sick with the for the last three days. Ooo sick? I didn’t do that, did I? But he’s been sick for a good few days . . . So weird. Sometimes I wonder. . .
March 26, 2012