I recieved a thank you card from a friend who stayed with me for a night back in August.

I called up my parents' neighbour, who was like a second mom to me while I was growing up, to ask her to recommend a florist. She went far beyond a recommendation. She marched down to her favourite florist (Flowers by May at Lonsdale Quay), picked out a gorgeous autumn boquet in my price range ($50), and secretly delievered it to my mother on her 65th birthday.

Enough snow has fallen for cross country skiing. I've been twice since Sunday.

I finished my work log and dropped it off at my old company for the engineers there to sign off on it. Once this is complete, I will be able to shake free any residual anxiety from working there.

We had a couple different people over for dinner in the last week. A friend of D's from school. Recently heartbroken and thankful for the company. The piano tuner?? That's a strange one. I want to write a book about this man. The travelling piano tuner. Tucking into shephard's pie and jabbing a knife into my vintage butter dish.

Working through things with D. I admit my failures. I work to better myself and our relationship. I am hopeful of repair. We both need each other. We belong together.

Social life at work is improving. I spoke out at a corporate visioning meeting. I hadn't intended on speaking, but it just sort of happened. Long story. Now everyone, including the CEO of the company, knows who I am. According to several people I didn't make a fool of myself, rather, I brought up a valid and important aspect of business: ethics. I also figured out how to do something in AutoCAD that nobody knew how to do, so that has made me a minor celebrity in the civil design group.

Alf's diarrhea has disappeared.

I try not to think about money. It's for the best.