If you're reading this blog, you are probably one of my close friends. I don't dare write all the stories that have been happening (in order to protect the innocent), but at least you're halfway caught up the next time you see me. I really don't think I stop and say how wonderful and supportive my friends are to me. I also don't believe that withholding feelings makes the rare appreciative words more special. I personally don't get tired of kind words when the intention is good.
So, thank you for patiently listening as I go through my breakup healing. And thank you for all the extra distractions. Not only are you positive, supportive friends, but you are pretty darn entertaining. I have so many smart ass friends, what does that say about me?
I've already finished my "chopping my hair short" ritual, so I know I'm almost back to normal again. The only foolish calls I've made was to you and you promptly kicked my butt and kept me from doing anything I'd regret.
It was great seeing most of you at the run this morning and the hours of coffee socializing afterwards. I'll see some of you biking tomorrow...this time let's try to keep the ambulance, Search & Rescue, and Firefighters away. 
Okay, I'm off to an evening with more girlfriends.