Day four of living gluten-free. I’m finding myself feeling utterly grateful every time I find something geared toward celiac. I almost started to cry when I found the GF cooking classes at PCC. I almost teared up at Trader Joe’s last night when I found their little guide to TJ’s gluten-free shopping in the store. I assume this bizarro emotional stuff will start to subside eventually… I’m guessing it’s all part of the process of coming to terms with this diagnosis.
You may have figured out that we didn’t wind up offering on the house in Bainbridge. We still love it; it just needed more work (read: money) than we wanted to throw at it. And so the hunt continues. I’m still madly in love with our realtor. I’m so happy we found him. I’ll give up his name once our search is over. I don’t want to get dumped for someone else mid-way through our process.
The hubs is officially out of work now. Yesterday was his last day, so I’m not sure what to expect from him in terms of his mood and everything else. He was a bit down last night, but three Netflixed episodes of The League helped tremendously. I seriously think that might be the funniest show on TV.
I should hopefully get some great news tomorrow. In the meantime, I’m just holdin’ it down, looking forward to my celiac symptoms clearing up in a few weeks, and gettin’ er done.