My last post was unhappy. I was honestly miserable. Then Thursday turned around, and things got better. When Friday arrived, things got even more better. (Yes, I said "more better." It was intentional. Please forgive me, self.) Friday was very good. And those very same people I complained about? They made those days good. I spent time with them, and enjoyed myself immensely. So thanks to them. I have a nasty habit of underestimating them.
I also discovered a new wonderful kind of tea Friday: Jasmine green tea. It was good.
Both Sunday and Monday nights I got to play badminton again. We have a tendency to play until it is very dark. Until 9.45, when you can barely see the other people, much less the birdie. Then Monday night we also had a rubber-band fight. I like those. They are fun and simple, and vicious. I gave welts, received none. I'm a strange one.
And these evening, we had another steel jam session, and it pleased me. My brother was really tired, so he almost didn't want to go, but then afterwards he said he needed it. He felt much better. It's odd how you can feel more rested after expending energy, if you're playing music. It was one of those sessions that just felt right and good, and healing. It worked. I love it when that happens! Mmm, calypso.
So I am doing better? Yes. I still want more talking with people, more quality time. But life is not bad. In fact, I'm very glad I have it.
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