Got a little hectic after work today. Left a little early. Grilled out some burgers for dinner. Barely had enough time to make it to the softball game, but we made it.
The significance of the softball game was it was my first game in 25 years. (Yes, I was around 18 the last time I played). Went 0/3 on three fly outs, caught a ball in the outfield for an out, but I still had a blast. So I walked away a winner.
I get home and my W is at the house. I have her ringing the doorbell now before coming in. We had talked earlier on the phone and we had a good conversation. All relatively small talk, but it was almost like nothing's going on.
I was very positive and upbeat when she stopped by. I was still giddy from playing my first softball game in 25 years. I did falter at the end by saying I didn't know if I can keep up with all of these pets (dog, cats, fish) and was stressing me a bit, but I did clarify it was only the pets.
I hate to admit it, but I miss her already.
She seemed to be in a good mood. That's two days in a row. I think it's going to take some time...
