Tomorrow is the two-year anniversary of the bomb. I'm wondering when that date will lose significance for me. I know in my heart that it will, eventually.
I didn't sleep at all night before last, so yesterday was a very unproductive day.
Today is better. I've walked and had breakfast. Have a lunch scheduled with a co=author that I'm not really prepared for, but will get a little done before it is time to meet her.
Tonight I get S14 back from H. I have some packing for him to do in his room, he's been amazingly agreeable for a teenager, and it helps me to have him do at least some of the work in his room.
The kitchen is completely moved over to the new house...most of it is unpacked over there, but I need some of the furniture over there (buffets, etc.) to fully unpack.
Every room still has boxes and some work to be done, however, I'd say I'm more than 2/3 finished with the packing and the sorting.
I have a terribly over-full week--bad planning. Former student and current coauthor is flying in Thursday to work two days on manuscript revisions with me. That would be fine if S14 didn't have several graduation events this weekend. I just didn't know his graduation schedule at the time I made the other plans--his school isn't always really quick about those things. So I am trying to maintain a peaceful attitude, and delegate what I can, and not resent too much all the details that need to be attended to. Can't help but thinking if this was a two parent household (subtext "the way it is supposed to be"!) that things would be a lot easier this week.
The movers come on next Wednesday. I know that I will be "ready enough" for them.
I can tell that I've erected a partial emotional wall around myself--the tears break through it still occasionally, but I can feel it that I have myself pretty heavily defended right now. I'm sure it is necessary to just barrel through this.
I need to call H to ask him one thing about the G-D guinea pigs and one thing about the D. If he answers as I expect, the D will probably be done and signed by month's end.
I started sorting and separting about 20 years worth of photos night before last. Of course it is sad, and it is also just plain tiring. To be honest, if I just took them with me I doubt that H would say a word or even notice.
Okay. I just wanted to get my thoughts down somewhere. Have to get back to my to do list.
