T - 2 and 36 to go
I got 21 stowed away today. It was a frantic day with Novitiate running the intake room and Small Boy manning the Recep desk. We ran the day double booked, with me roaming between my own office and the intake room with stops at Recep to answer questions.
B. stopped by to bring me supplies and take the deposit to the bank. Later, he brought us dinner.
B. is leaving for a conference tomorrow morning. I am resigned to him not joining me on vacation, but for a while there it looked like his travel plans were going to prevent me from getting away. (We have one vehicle, and he was going to need it.) Happily, Eldest Son is about to buy a new car, and will be able to meet up with his Dad in such a way that I can have the truck on Tuesday to get to Maine.
Ah. Maine. Quiet and gardens and a kitchen with a refrigerator. (Yes, it is true. I don't have a working refrigerator in my kitchen. Let's not discuss it.) I need some books and to schedule a massage. Small Boy and I will eat out nearly every night. I am so wounded and dysfunctional. I really need someone to tend me, take care of me. I wish I were going to an all inclusive resort instead of a cottage with a child and a puppy.
But I love being at the cottage. It is a new thing to be there without my husband, but new things happen sometimes. I am just going with the flow.
More specifically, I am just going. I need to get the fuck away from my office.
B. stopped by to bring me supplies and take the deposit to the bank. Later, he brought us dinner.
B. is leaving for a conference tomorrow morning. I am resigned to him not joining me on vacation, but for a while there it looked like his travel plans were going to prevent me from getting away. (We have one vehicle, and he was going to need it.) Happily, Eldest Son is about to buy a new car, and will be able to meet up with his Dad in such a way that I can have the truck on Tuesday to get to Maine.
Ah. Maine. Quiet and gardens and a kitchen with a refrigerator. (Yes, it is true. I don't have a working refrigerator in my kitchen. Let's not discuss it.) I need some books and to schedule a massage. Small Boy and I will eat out nearly every night. I am so wounded and dysfunctional. I really need someone to tend me, take care of me. I wish I were going to an all inclusive resort instead of a cottage with a child and a puppy.
But I love being at the cottage. It is a new thing to be there without my husband, but new things happen sometimes. I am just going with the flow.
More specifically, I am just going. I need to get the fuck away from my office.