Another Sleepless Night in Cleveland!

The weather was beautiful when I left work last night. So I decided...why not go for a early evening run? (Damn foolish) Weather was somewhere around 65. I was running along the lake front when I saw the first flash of lightning. At this point, I was 6 miles away from home and in shorts and a sweatshirt.

"Shit!"

The skies opened up and dumped what felt like the equivalent of the contents of lake Erie on my head. The worst part was that the storm was followed by a huge cold front. Had I watched the weather report, I would have known this...but me...being the ass, didn't pay attention to the report this morning. So by the time I got home, I was soaking wet, and the temp was only 38. I was so cold my lips were blue.

So while running I was pondering things a bit, to keep from thinking about freezing my butt off. I've started meeting new people lately, and there are some potential dating opportunities coming up ahead. Perhaps things are looking better for me.

Received an invitation to a Christmas Party (good God! Is it that time of the year already?) for December 20th. Irene has already bought me a plane ticket and I'm not sure if I will be in town now because I think the flight is the 20th, so hopefully I can go. Supposedly Irene has the "great guy she is dying for me to meet". We'll see, but my mother's taste in men does not usually mirror my own (except for the fitness models). I prefer my men mentally stable and employed. Washboard abs are just a fringe benefit.

I'm a little apprehensive about the party for good reasons. Jeff will likely be there and I've worked hard to get over his ending our friendship. I'm big enough to not cause a scene, but it comes down to am I strong enough to deal with being treated as if I am invisible, and not feel bad? The last couple of kickball games were bad for that reason. I'd say "Hello", he'd look right through me. I'm over that kind of middle school behavior.

I spoke to Car about it (as he has been words of wisdom these last few months) and he suggests things he has learned in AA. Do I feel weird taking the advice of AA when I'm not a big drinker? Hell...if the advice works...take it. I've been working on the kicker "It's not my problem". Jeff being an asshole is not my problem. My reaction to his treatment is.

Talked for a little bit with Philip's friend Peter last night. He's got a good sense of humor. I like that. I look forward to meeting him. Unfortunately the power went out while I was talking to him, so I couldn't finish the conversation online. I did send him an email after the power came back on.

Went to bed thinking...sleeping pill time. Didn't work. The winds have arrived and they are so freaking loud. My windows rattled from midnight on, so I just stayed up and read. Don't ask what...with the little sleep I've had, I couldn't tell you. I should have picked up a technical manual, that always knocks me out.

Driving in this morning, I watched the waves crashing in from the lake. Some were well over 10 Ft. It always impresses me how easy it is to underestimate nature. My last rafting trip, our raft flipped, and swimming that current was probably one of the scariest things I have ever done. Being completely at the water's mercy.

It's going to be a long caffeine filled day.