a note of thanks

The woman I closed with tonight was so thoughtful.

I knocked over my (second) can of soda at one point and didn’t realize, until I heard fizzing behind me.

I immediately panicked.

I had been preoccupied helping someone else, and they still needed something.

My coworker immediately offered to handle it.

She took care of the albeit-small mess, using disinfecting wipes to remove any stickiness.

I had always worried about that happening with canned versus bottled soda, but this was the first time I ever did it, in over a year of being there.

Had a lot in my hands. Might’ve bumped it with the edge of something I was carrying.

Fortunately, it didn’t damage anything. Small bits of signage got a little damp, but they’ll have time to dry out. Nothing that was needed for tomorrow.

She was a real rockstar all the way around tonight. Everyone there was.

I also had a lovely chat with someone else on my drive home, that made me laugh, and set the whole night into better perspective. I felt so much better by the time I arrived. It was pretty incredible.

I do have to try and remind myself of something I was going to ask her to double-check, in the morning. She assured me everything would be fine. But ya know. I worry.

I debated taking a selfie to commemorate the occasion of my buoyant mood, but was ALL TOO READY to just get comfy, and check in with kiddo and my mom (who had both texted), and eat some MOAR chicken and zucchini.

I did indeed cook up the chicken this morning.

Trial and error taught me firstly that the recipe is much better on day one, and secondly, that if you MUST reheat, don’t try to reheat the zucchini then take it off the plate, and spread the sauce, and put it back on.

I suppose had I used two plates and slid it from one to the other? My first zucchini boat started to break on me. Otherwise, as I did after work, you can forego the gourmet look and just put the sauce on top.

Also, be wary of making too skinny of slices when cutting them in half, lengthwise. I used freezer bags to store my leftovers, and one of them came apart. A thinner one. But they are STILL delicious!

The lemon flavor in the sauce was much bolder, day two. I would definitely suggest following the recipe that calls for HALF a juiced lemon, and the whole zest, rather than all the zest AND all the juice. Even with the extra yogurt from my experimentation, it was still a bit much.

Had a protein bar and a Mandarin orange for dessert, and a glass of my Truvia-sweetened sweet tea, while I ate. Very tasty. And I was so full, from having had some chicken with breakfast, that I didn’t get even the LEAST bit hangry all day!

Kiddo got her t-shirts today. She sent some very enthusiastic texts but missed my reply asking if she wanted to talk. I’m looking forward to talking with her tomorrow, to HEAR the giddiness, instead of just read about it.

I did talk to my mom. Told her kiddo’s shirts had arrived. She believed at first that they had forgotten kiddo’s birthday, but I reassured her my dad had already handled it. Kiddo said she got that gift sometime last month, in fact.

And I messaged long-distance bestie. Always a good time.

Messaged with a few other peeps, too.

In spite of working a very people-oriented job, I come home feeling very chatty most days. I want to verbally decompress and relax by socializing. That must be the extrovert in me, even if I also have my moments when all I wanna do is read or journal and just be left alone. Just me and the cat. Nighttime, I get more expressive, maybe. Definitely NOT a morning person.

Until I prepare for sleep. Then, it’s all about journaling and reading.

Anyway… many, many thanks to all the lovely peoples who made tonight outstanding! Not that I think any of them will read this, but I like to put it out there, into the universe.

My heart is full, and for that, I am very grateful.

And a thank you to my feline companion, always excited to greet me, when I get home.

She was a little sad she didn’t get any chicken, or any of the sauce (she once loved dairy and cheese, but her tummy is too sensitive at this point for any people food). But we still I think both enjoyed our bonding time.

And she was up in her cat tree again last night, just relaxing on the uppermost actual platform, not either of the isolated perches. She thought about the highest perch. I could see her checking it out, performing kitty computations. She’d have to either catapult or climb up onto it.

Not that she couldn’t.

She’s gotten on top of the fridge from the kitchen counter, before.

(I don’t even know how she managed that… didn’t see her do it…just discovered her up there, by the bread LOL… which is WHY it now goes in the refrigerator.)

So, we’ll see. Baby steps.

Thank you to y’all, too, if you read all this, or not. Rest well.