I have some amazing friends! If you only knew all the work that they did making this move possible. And I'm not just talking tote them books, matey, either--although I'm sure ___'s arms are still aching. I'm talking about the scrubbing after, and the coffees inbetween, the pep talks and the cool downs, the overwhelming solidity of friendship in the face of the screaming horror of change. Change is bad. I've said it before and I'll say it again. It's terrifying, and not in some tv horror movie of the week that you can change the channel on way. I'm talking in the sick and can't move and can't think and oh look here comes that stress rash again way; that way that makes you wonder just what the hell you thought you were doing, knowing that you can't do this and the best thing for all involved would be to just do some idle rocking on the floor, preferably in the fetal position, maybe with some moaning.
Did I mention I don't do change well?
I really really want to go to Disneyland.
I have a doctor's appt this week, just to make sure I'm not dying, or polyping, or any of that really nasty stuff. I'm sure everything is fine, but what the heck, it's been over a year now, so best get all the physical crap out of the way.
Yesterday was Valentine's day, and what the heck was the point? Besides being ___'s birthday, which is how I've always thought of it anyway.
Did I also mention it's been years since I've been touched? I don't think I can be anymore.
What else happened this week that I'll want to look back in this journal twenty years from now and smile over? Nothing much. I moved, I cleaned, I organized, I disorganized, I worried about friends.
It all comes back to friends.
Thanks, all of you. Special grovelling gratitude to ___ and ___, without whom I'm sure this week would have ended with me hanging upside down in the kitchen with an axe in my face.
I cannot afford to have those carpets cleaned.
Off to Speed Diva land now--be well, all.

Friends by John Lefler & Ralph Schuckett
Just when you think there’s no one around who’s caring,
Along comes a friend who offers a hand in sharing,
And things start looking fine.

Sometimes tears and sorrow are all the things you’ve got
And just when you think you’re all by yourself, you’re not.