I just spoke with an old friend. We hadn't talked in ages but spent an hour or so on the phone tonight, catching up and making each other laugh. I love that we can go for months without speaking and just pick up as if we still see each other every day, the way we used to.
Without going into too much detail, Ange-Pudding and I discovered that we are in very similar situations, and that we are employing similar methods for changing – improving – our circumstances. (I can't describe just how incredibly comforting it was to discover someone else is going through pretty nearly exactly the same thing.) We agreed, quite solemnly, to cross our fingers for each other, and send mighty thought waves of optimism back and forth between Boston and Birmingham.
“And cross your toes!” I told her.
“I don't think my toes will do that.”
Hm. Turns out mine don't cross either. (Funny. I thought they used to. Maybe that was my nephews...) But I KNOW there are folks out there with the prehensile toes, and now we throw ourselves on your mercy. If you've got the cross-able toes, please cross 'em for us.
I'm sorry to be so vague about our circumstances – once we've changed them I'll fill you in as best I can.
In the meantime... cross those toes!