Dear diary: It's been a long december and a longer january. Work is good - it's freeing to be able to afford what you need to afford. My knitting is proving a good "second job". I enrolled successfully in fall dance classes (and I am almost entirely sure I am going to be able to talk ryan into joining ballet with me). People are generally kind and good as I meet them, lately, I am still on the voyage of finding a best friend, and otherwise, well, I dont know. I wish there was not a boutique next to my work because I waste alot of money on clothes, and i cant wait for summer and riding aimlessly with the windows down. I got a nice bouquet of roses and mini carnations, and ryan, following a note id left him for chores while i was gone, found the prettiest polkadot nails. I mean, I dont know that youve ever trusted a man to buy fake nails to your taste, but its a special bond (I filed them very short, of course, but I love the design!) We had a funeral for a small mole that the stray cat left at our doorstep. There is too much to do in one lifetime, I barely get to 10% of my intended daily list.