magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

One-line email this morning from Stef in response to my response to her email of last week:

Thank you, that is much more reassuring.

And chock it up to the shortcomings of email, but I'm not sure if she's being sarcastic or not. Granted, my email was in typically vague Bean style. And the curt, sarcastic response is typical of Stef. On the other hand, her first message was friendly, and I was, at the very least, trying to be sincere when I wrote back.

I'm probably spending too much time worrying about it. However much either of us may feel differently at various times, she and I are probably never going to be friends again, and whether or not she's being sarcastic or I'm being vague doesn't really amount to much.

As a distraction from those thoughts, it smelled like spring when I left the house. The trees all started budding a few days ago, and this morning that smell had permeated the air. And with that one additional sense being conquered by the oncoming season, spring feels as if it's officially begun, finally.

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But the roller coaster continued at lunch time, when the office was informed that as a thank you from the 'directors of environments' who are PDG's ambassadors to Jack Morton offices in other cities, lunch was on the house. Unfortunately, not a single bit of it was vegan, and so after getting snippy about it (I don't always think before I speak when I'm hungry) I had to go out and buy my own lunch with the last $5 I have to my name. Although I did feel better about things after I ate it.

And again, when I got home after work, the smell of spring in the air.

My phone made the new voicemail sound as I walked from the subway. Chris. 'So, Sarah and I were wondering why you don't just get a vasectomy, since you say you don't want kids.'

Called him back. 'It's kind of expensive. I think I'd get an iPod first.'