Last night was a horrid, vicious, bad mood; rushing around and driving too much behind every slow person in the Bay area; a nice dinner; picking up some new-to-me floor lamps (I am so done with halogen) and visiting with a friend in her new-to-her and remarkably well-designed apartment; watching some good tv (didn't think it was possible, eh? try West Wing and 6 Feet Under); brownies; and then a loooooooong talk involving a lot of tears and a lot of honesty and unloading of resentment and confusion.

I'm dead tired this morning, but my heart is so much lighter. As will be my living room, once I get those lamps set up.