Alright, I’m better now.  Husband and I went to the Templeton for poutine and milkshakes, and the world looks okay again.  (I still hate those people who use “fraught” on its own like Oprah, but okay, everyone has a right to live.)  Sorry for the outburst earlier.  Food and Sinutab have restored me to a human-like state.

So, my practicum!  I got one!  What I couldn’t accomplish with dozens of calls and emails on my own was resolved in ten minutes by the counsellor at my dad’s school.  Upon hearing of my plight to find a site, he met with me, we chatted, and he got me three interviews on the spot with agencies in the valley.  I got two offers and then canceled my third interview because the second offer was awesome.  Now I just have to wade through my school’s red tape about getting it all set up, but other than that I’m golden.  The site seems good, my supervisor to be seems good, the client base is interesting and very challenging - I’m excited and happy.  Nervous too though, of course.  Imagine - me, therapizing the masses!  Yeek!

And the paper that’s due tomorrow?  I knocked off a good chunk of it and I think it will be in hand-in shape without too much fuss.  It may not be my finest work ever but it will be done, and thank god for that.

Now to plan for the tree decorating party, which I’m hosting this Saturday.  It’s just a family affair, but it should be a good time.  Tomorrow Husband and I will reassemble Mr Castlegar.  I can barely contain myself!