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Today I found myself in quite a good mood. Things are generally going well, and I was content. A couple things go wrong, and I'm upset about it for hours. And I'm especially upset and resentful about how easily my good moods vanish and I don't seem to be able to control it.

Tonight I'm making strawberry rhubarb jam, something that reminds me vividly of Oma. She often made it while I was staying with her, and I loved the way it smelled. And just the atmosphere of jam-making day. I even put on the Austrian-style type of apron she'd wear whenever she was cooking, and I'm going to put on a bandana just like she did to keep my hair out of the jam. I'll attempt to comfort myself with nostalgia.

I have a big to-do list, which is nice but is also making me anxious. Ray and I have to plant our vegetable garden on the weekend. On Saturday we're going to the valley to have dinner with friends. My godchild and her parents are coming to the city this weekend, so I want to spend time with them. And I have to do more wedding planning but first get books and magazines from the library to find out how to do it.

Activities are good though, otherwise I'd be watching episodes of Battlestar Galactica back-to-back. I think I have an old-man crush on the commander. I love his no-nonsense demeanor.