I'm off to work

and I had NO clothes.
But with a really great husband, we labored through the stores yesterday to find just the right blend of "cool casual", so that I can fit in and be that cutting edge type of copywriter that I"m supposed to.

New jeans...new cords...new slacks...a new belt — it is awesome to feel pretty again and it has been so, so long.

I'm SO excited about the project I'm working on, I've been brainstorming ever since they sent me the brief. But as excited as I am about all this, my heart is breaking at the thought of seeing Emmett for about an hour tonight. I am afraid of separation anexiety and that I might lose it during work.