Yesterday morning I opened the dishwasher and the friend who is staying with me had unloaded it. This doesn't sound like a big deal, right? But for the last couple of years I am virtually the only one who has ever unloaded that dishwasher. Every time i opened it, it was full. It gets old, y'know? And then my new roommate forwarded me an email saying the farm has ripe berries and can we go? These two events, back to back, filled me with so much delight and underscored my relief that my living situation has changed. E says that we're just too old for roommates, and that was my problem, and maybe that was part of it. But it was also just a bad situation, and I couldn't see clearly just how bad it was while I was in it, and it was one of those things that was always just temporary but just stretched and stretched. And now it's over. I'm probably going to live happily ever after now.

8:01 p.m. - 2014-06-04