It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Aimee has spent hardly any time with me lately. I don’t think it’s her fault. But we seem to be getting more fatalistic about whether we will ever be together.
My meeting went well tonight. I was also supposed to go look at apartments today, but Guy called me and said he had called the office and they were closed. I guess we’ll do that next week. That will give me more time to fill out their Neverending Application Form.
Hope everyone is well and happy. Wish I was.