What a day. A very long day. A very long day about to spawn into a long night.
Aside from the usual, expected fatigue, my day was off to a great start - My days always are when I get the opportunity to awaken to a reality much sweeter than any possible dream.
I knew I had a decent agenda and decided to take off from class in order to conquer the day’s demands. The tasks that I had accomplished and the quandaries I had encountered expended more time than I had initially anticipated, leaving me dilapidated and vulnerable. Just what I needed.. Especially today.
It’s only four days. But it’s also four nights. Four lonely nights. Sunday feels nothing short of an eternity.
Am I overreacting? Obsessive? I just don’t like change, and I really don’t care for this empty feeling.. Or this empty side of the bed. If I think I’m somber now, wait until I habitually reach over in the middle of the night only to feel the chill of the abandoned sheets.
I return to Naples, Florida in January - For ten days. That may quite possibly be one of the hardest things I’ll ever have to do. I’m in the works of providing some relief to that dilemma, but there’s no certainty yet - If at all. Not if a certain area of my life continues to slump at rapid speed.
Bedtime is nearing for Erin. She’s hitting rock-bottom. Sooner to bed, sooner one night is tallied off.