Some days are just like this

It's been one of those weeks, of raging hormones and sleepless nights (thanks in part to my noisy student neighbors, their parties and the ubiquitous stench of the skunk permeating the West End) and work stress and budgeting needing to be balanced and forecasting analyzed, of rain and sun and no clear weather pattern, of boxes half unpacked and landlady's constant phonecalls to show my overpriced flat to unsuspecting students.

Sometimes, it's just best not to answer the phone but make blackberry pancakes for dinner, buy that new t-shirt, make lunch dates with crushes and take the dog for a walk to clear your aching head, and let him rest his heavy head on your feet.

And sometimes a kind word, or an unexpected email, an invite to a party can remind you that you are loved. And sometimes everything is shit, except for you. Love.