The office is empty.
Being relieved of duty until the 1st of August, I spend my mornings at home now, and will probably do so next week as well. My dear friend flew back to her hometown before lunch today, and will be gone until the 23rd. I miss her sorely already.
The next week will be my first test. She's uncontactable. No cellphone, since she had her last day of employment today, and had to turn it in. She'll be out sailing, so she won't be online much, if any. I hope she'll miss me just a little and contact me when she's ashore. They will be back from sailing somewhere midweek, but I am not holding my breath.
The worst thing in all this, is how much her friends here miss her, and how little that seem to mean to her. I don't really think it is like that. I think she misses us a lot too, but she's not really showing it. :(
I have also, as you, dear reader, can see in a previous entry, set my mind to lose a little bit of weight. Now I just have to put my money where my mouth is. That is part of the test.
The last test is to clean my apartment. I wrote a monologue about it in the spring, but now I am far more determined. It's going well so far.
I feel empty. I wish I could stop caring so much for her as I do. I would like someone or something to divert my attention. I don't want to lose her, in the way I fear I will, but I still don't want to worry just as much as I do.
The next week will be my first test. She's uncontactable. No cellphone, since she had her last day of employment today, and had to turn it in. She'll be out sailing, so she won't be online much, if any. I hope she'll miss me just a little and contact me when she's ashore. They will be back from sailing somewhere midweek, but I am not holding my breath.
The worst thing in all this, is how much her friends here miss her, and how little that seem to mean to her. I don't really think it is like that. I think she misses us a lot too, but she's not really showing it. :(
I have also, as you, dear reader, can see in a previous entry, set my mind to lose a little bit of weight. Now I just have to put my money where my mouth is. That is part of the test.
The last test is to clean my apartment. I wrote a monologue about it in the spring, but now I am far more determined. It's going well so far.
I feel empty. I wish I could stop caring so much for her as I do. I would like someone or something to divert my attention. I don't want to lose her, in the way I fear I will, but I still don't want to worry just as much as I do.