Everything Falling Into Place Or...

The weather's finally called it a truce and I'm feeling pretty alright because of it. Have been running most days, and despite the odd French perv, it's been rewarding. I'm sleeping well, I'm eating well, I'm lotioning after showers, and I finally got those guitar strings I'd been dreaming of. So, ha! winter blues, you prince of darkness! I feel lovely. Do have a bum knee from not quite mastering walking in heels though. Today I heard back from TFA about my application, and they've granted me a phone interview for this Friday. Jamie Dundala, the emancipator. I do hope they want me, so as not to foil the streak of lovely I've been having over the past few days. Still waiting on my microwave.