According to a local AM radio DJ, yesterday was apparently the most depressing day of the year. He said it was "that" day when the holidays are over, the bills start to come in, it's dark out so people are more generally apt to feel blue.
Personally it's still way to close to Christmas for me to subscribe to the theory. I mean, I'm still basking in the glow and if we're being perfectly honest my Christmas decorations are still up.
But regardless yesterday was just fabulous because I had a visit from one of my closest friends from school. She was in town re-newing a visa for her many adventures abroad. When she left this morning, I realized I won't see her for probably over a year. It's crazy how fast time goes by when you get older. I know I'll blink and the next time we see each other it will be like nothing has changed, but at the same time it will be a moment really far away from where I am right now; January, bitterly cold and a spirited Cliff-dog keeping me company as I sit here writing this post.
This weekend we bought a bed. Like a real-life, honest to goodness-new to us bed.
About three years ago we made a mistake and bought a bed-frame off of kijiji - it never was quite right because while it appeared to be new in the box, it missed the most integral part of the structure. Try as we could, we couldn't find a spare piece anywhere on the internet or from the original distributor. Lesson learned: don't buy something on Kjiji that looks to good to be true. The guy we bought it from had multiple aliases and his phone number displayed as "Hank Moodie" (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas anyone?). In the end, our mattress was destroyed from the lack of support (even though we attempted to prop it up with a stack of discarded textbooks underneath the slats where the beam dipped in the middle...). So we got rid of the frame and mattress. And today, TODAY, we recieve what I'm hoping will be my good-night's sleep for years to come.
Do you know what? Ikea is a really good place to test the foundation and strength of your relationship. They should include it in the brochures. Putting together an Ikea structure is like going through pre-marraige counselling. Mike and I have different "Ikea building styles." I take the "let's wait and see if it builds itself approach" and Mike likes to take the "if it doesn't fit, let's jam it in anyway" approach. I'm just kidding. He's fabulous. And when I came home from work yesterday the whole thing was put together, the boxes were in the garbage and it was sitting there waiting patiently for the mattress to arrive. The cherry on the top.
Not too shabby for a day dubbed "the worst day of the year."
How is your January going?