Same old, same old.

So, it's the evening of the day before I might meet CH for coffee. There's no snow where I am... yet. You'd think that CH should know by now if she's going to London, but I've not heard anything.

Like always, I can't help but feel like I am an afterthought or filling in a gap because something else has fallen through for CH. And just after she'd made me feel like she actually cared.