And, it's only Tuesday

This morning, there was a knock at my door and it was D with cider and donuts for breakfast :) He also brought this adoooorable stuffed animal dog that my dog keeps growling at and an orchid (my favorite flower) which I put with the rose.
After classes, my mom and I hung around at home talking about the prospects of our recent house showings and future possible townhouses/condos while munching on leftovers and baked muffins with melted snickers on the inside.

Some of the smaller things that have been on my mind:
How did I ever lose touch with so many people?
Why do I feel like my life is in a place that is too far ahead of how old I am and where it should be?
Why do I keep having these ridiculous nightmares about things I don't want to talk/think about?

The other night, a man named John called our house asking for my dad, and I had a real hard time explaining to him that he had the right number, but the man he was looking for was not a resident. He said he had met my parents a little bit before I was born. It was weird talking to someone who I'd never met before but knew a lot about my parents and my life.

In a few weeks, Enoch is getting married. I didn't really get a formal invite (I dunno if there even was one) but I guess I'm going to the wedding because my mom is...? Anyway, I've been thinking about how awkward it's going to be to see everyone again.

New word I find neat: irascible, meaning crabby.