You ever had a day where you feel like you got up on the wrong side of the planet? That was totally me today.

I felt not right when I got up. I was pleased to see I lost two pounds this week, but I still felt wrong. This was made worse with shitty traffic and me getting to work late. That in turn made me resent being there. Then I read stuff on the Net that annoyed me (and I blogged). I also had a meeting that went to 5.

When I got home, I made some wheat pasta with and Boca faux Italian sausage. Put some killer real parm/romano cheese blend on it. It was fairly kick ass. That was a turning point.

Cranked out the podcast, which wasn't very good, but that's 79 in the can. I cleaned up a little, played with Cosmo and felt pretty good.

Then I started thinking about Luna, which made me sad again. I miss her. Despite being happy most of the time, I realize there are a lot of things that I miss, like one of my best friends, eating like a pig, coaching, and spending hours reading in the sun in the red room. I changed that missing stuff into an appreciation that I had those things at all, and I felt better again.

Things took a turn again when I took a phone call from a very upset friend and listened. I think my best developing friendship skill has become to understand when to just listen and not try to problem solve all of the time. I know from my own experience that there are times when I don't want advice, I just want a sympathetic ear. Considering how much I like to hear myself talk at times, I think that's important. Hopefully I'm getting better at that, because God knows I always want to fix everything.

So as I unwind and head to bed, the emotional ride is almost over. Tomorrow most certainly will be a better day.