7:23 PM. The workday is over, dinner is made and eaten and it's winding down time. When I'm busy, I'm fine. When I start to wind down/ quiet down grief hits and it just makes everything look more bleak.
I really miss cuddling with H. I miss the security of having him there in the bed even if he's sound asleep. I miss being snuggled on the couch and watching a movie or both reading under the same blanket.
There are still emails coming in from my new job, but it's after hours and for what I'm being paid, I need to start training them right now that unless it's an emergency, I am not available after hours. That's MY time.
In all the chaos, I ran out of my thyroid med so I have to call the doc tomorrow because I'm out of refills, too.
I'm cold; I'm sad; I want my warm jammies (which I didn't pack) and I want to be under the down comforter in the *^#$*@ big bed with my husband beside me. GRUMP!!
And yes, PMS has hit. I don't tend to get bit$^%, I get vulnerable and weepy instead. Sigh.
Ok, big girl panties will return momentarily.
Note to self: didn't eat til 3 pm today aside from coffee. Probably not the wisest of ideas.
Upside: Made shrimp scampi with sauteed veggies and pasta for supper. It was *really* good. H loved it and the veggies were from his garden. I gave him some sincere WoA over the garden and he glowed for a bit.
For Kettricken: I guess I'll have to settle for the delightfully Freudian metaphor of strolling through H's garden to pluck an obscenely large zucchini.
The trouble with having an open mind is that people put things in it.
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