The summer

I keep telling myself I'll blog more, but I never do. I recently wrote in a real journal for the first time in years and told myself I would start doing that more often. But I didn't. I've been missing writing lately and need to start trying to get in the habit again. It's hard when I have to be careful about political commentary and don't really like writing fiction.

The arrival of cool weather seems to be signaling that summer is over. I have slept with my windows closed for the last week and it doesn't seem like I'll need to open them again. We had some warm weather, but it certainly seems to have been a mild year. Summer was fun, though. After some of our mutual friends moved, "Kansas" became the default host of all parties, since he owns a house in the neighborhood most of our friends/coworkers live in. There were lots of barbecues (Meaning, I spent a lot of time eating nuked boca burgers while everyone else declared whatever meat our friend Terry had cooked to be "his best barbecue ever"), and lots of games of Apples to Apples. Kansas and I did some traveling together and are hoping to take another short trip the weekend of my birthday. I'm really happy with the way things are going with the relationship and while there's still new territory, I'm excited to see where it goes. It's been just about a year now and I'm so grateful to have someone so awesome.

The past few weeks have been tough -- I caught some type of bug and for two weeks had virtually no appetite, lots of trouble sleeping, and pretty bad nausea. After two trips to the doctor and two blood tests, one of which I have not heard back on, I still don't know what was wrong, except that I had a slightly elevated white blood cell count, but today I'm feeling really well. I started to feel a bit better Sunday but today was the first day I had some energy and ate three real meals. I'm knocking on wood hoping it continues, but I think whatever it was is out of my system now. I called in sick to work or left early several days and was tired of not working.

This weekend, a bunch of us are going to an area fair, which should be a lot of fun. After that, I have a week and a half of work before taking a few days off for my birthday trip and then another week of work before I get an entire week off. Kansas' parents are going to be in town the first few days of my vacation, and I'm getting nervous about meeting them. I've never met a boyfriend's parents before, so I'm trying to stay relaxed about it. Should be an interesting time.