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Last night I was with a couple friends and one of them reads my blog from time to time {Hi Nicki!}and she said she gets the impression that my life is all walks in the park and easy paced fun in the sun from what I write about here.  Have I got her fooled or what?  I guess that comes from the many times I've heard that busy does not equal successful - important - happy - getting things done - etc. so I don't want to admit that my life can be scheduled down the minute if I'm not careful.

 This week was supposed to be real chill.  Lots of ideas of what I was going to do with my oodles of spare time to catch up on life.  It started out that way.  I soaked in some time at home Monday evening after work.  But after that?  Go, go, go...

And now it's Friday and looking back at the blur it's hard to say where one day ended and another started.  But I feel good about that.

An incomplete list of highlights:

A really fun new design project is in the mix.  The timing is perfect and I can already tell the clients are going to be a joy to work with. 

My new neighbor at work.  He's all paws still and so, so sweet.

 I saw this art installation before my trip last week, but I'll include it here since it's worth mentioning and I'm still thinking about it.  The artist was recreating a memory from when she was a tiny kid of the sound of sacrament cups dropping in the trays.  It was spot on and I liked it a lot.

I met with a new doctor who may be on to the source of my headaches / skin woes.  I'm ridiculously hopeful about it.  The downside is along with the restricted diet I've been on for the last 2 years {no dairy, sugar, refined flours}I'm now completely off gluten, oats and corn too.  Oh dear.  I mourned the loss of oatmeal immediately, I eat a lot of it and really love it.  But the loss of corn didn't hit me until later when I was thinking about popcorn, an all time favorite snack, and how much I wanted a big bowl of it to drown out my sorrow of loosing oatmeal.  Ooooh.  Part of me hopes he is wrong.  But the bigger part of me hopes he's not.  I can eat grass and wood chips for all I care if the headaches go away.