On Monday, I started my teacher certification classes at Mount Mary College, a private women's school in Milwaukee. I've loved this school ever since I did my freshman year here, but it is surprising how a bad day can take the shine off one's glowing nostalgia. The weather was rotten, the drive from Chicago took almost 4!!! hours, I was an hour late for my first class, my rented room has neither internet access nor cell reception which are required for me to keep my job that I can't afford to lose, our company email wasn't working, I was lonely and tired and stressed and quickly dissolved into my "eating worms" mood ("Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, guess I'll go eat worms . ."), and so when I got a message about needing to go the switchboard, I was sure it was going to be the final straw, like my tuition check had bounced or something. But then I got a lovely surprise:

My Man sent me flowers! It's funny how such a small thing just woke me up to what a whiney little bitch I was being. Particularly since we've been having some growing pains (yes, you still get them after 10 years), it really meant a lot to know that no matter how busy we are, no matter how far away, no matter how insurmountable the rubble between us seems to be, he's still my Edward. Always and forever.