AUBREEVISION - Observations from the far side of the dial

My brain has been seized by a frightening medley of song - everything from "Hold On" by Wilson Phillips to Monty Python's "Every Sperm is Sacred." I am neither a Monty Python nor a Wilson Phillips fan, which makes it that much more delightful. I am wearing red heart-print toe socks, pink bubble-motif pyjamas and a hooded zip-up sweater; I look like the Fraggle Rock trash heap, but it is cold, and tonight I have only the cats to impress.

My interview yesterday went well. I was still riding out my bad mood hangover and every fibre of my body rebelled against going - especially since it was one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. No major crises, just the kind of minor annoyances that can push your teetering sanity over the edge - losing your keys, trudging through a snowstorm to the bank and discovering the cheques you planned to deposit are still on your desk. I naturally accepted them as signs that the universe was plotting against me, and felt like a big sorry bundle of boo-hoo by the time I arrived at the gym.

But the good news is that by some cosmic infusion of grace, I defied all odds and (I think) aced the interview. So that just goes to show that the mind is a strange beast indeed.

In my recent brain-fog I neglected to mention some highlights of my New Hampshire adventure:

- Eric's parents saying they're glad I'm part of his life, and of theirs
- The woman at the airport newstand calling me "beautiful smile girl"
- The constantly surprising absence of sales tax

Tonight a couple of friends claimed addiction to my blog - and I was thrilled to discover I have fans. Darin and Windy begged a mention, and I am only too pleased to comply. Who am I, after all, to leave my public unfulfilled?