I didn't write yesterday. I thought about it, but the day was so bad it would have consisted of very little other than expletives and whining. As I sit here, I hear the generator on the plumber's van running as he uses a camera to figure out why all the toilets backed up forcing us to close early...again.
Even so....onward.
It's been a strange week - wondering if you'll care when I'm ready to come back - wondering what will be different in you and in me - wondering what's going to be lost and gained by all of this. I can already feel that it's been good in some ways, but I'm afraid (?) of the price.
I hope you're well. I am....but just very, very tired. I think that I'm going to have spend some time re-evaluating how I react to the little crises of life. Right now, I take them all to heart. Not sure my heart can handle that for much longer.
