Some good things:

I have a futon! I drove up to the north side to retrieve Kate and said futon yesterday evening. Getting it down three flights of stairs and then into the Suburban was harrowing enough, 'cause it was hot as hell. It was worse getting it into my cramped little apartment. We ended up breaking the frame and half taking it apart before we actually got it in. By that time, I was amused, frustrated, and embarassed all at the same time. I was amused at the lengths we went to get it in. I was frustrated because I felt bad that Kate gave up four hours of her day to get me said futon, and then my apartment was uncooperative. I was embarassed 'cause my apartment was a disgusting mess and I hadn't cleaned the litter box, so it smelled, too. I am most definitely cleaning tonight, even though I really just want to curl up in a ball and cry. If I can get it cleaned tonight, I don't have to worry about it at all until Saturday, 'cause I'll barely be home until then. Then, Lowell and I can take the other couch out to the garbage and put the futon together. Yay.

Kate is officially back in Chicago. Yay! She told me about one of her recent days at McAuley, and sounded pretty happy about it. This made me feel good, too, as I want Kate to have fun with this job. Booyah!

Also in the good stuff category, I dyed my hair last night! It's now a dark brownish colour, and I like it a lot. Alex complemented it, and she'd tell me if it looked stupid, so I think I'm good to go. When I clean tonight, I'll find my camera and take some pictures to post tomorrow. I couldn't find it this morning amongst the squalour that is my apartment, if that sentence works. I'm sure it doesn't, but whatever.

I'm trying to keep all the good stuff going, 'cause it's the two-year anniversary of Dad's death. Anniversary just seems like the worst word to use in this situation, but I don't know how else to put it right now. I have definitely been out of it all morning, and it took a lot of effort to get out of bed. But now that I'm here, I will have to make the most of the day. I'll clean when I get home to keep my mind off of things, and then stew as I feel I need to. I've been having flashbacks for the past fortnight or so, seemingly in preparation for this day. It's very unsettling. I'm going to go to 12:10 mass today as well, more for myself than anything else. I found that going to mass this past Sunday had the same effect it did in the past, so maybe it's time to go back. We shall see.

Raise a glass, if time allows.