Busting, well put. It does help to think that I'm engaged in some important process even if I'm doing nothing. And doing nothing wouldn't be so hard if there weren't all these pesky feelings.
Last night I was sifting through my photos, looking for something of me to post in the alternate universe. I found lots of photos that I had taken of P and they made me smile. But, I got to the end and there were darned few of me. I found that deeply sad.
P left a message on the house phone today, saying she was just checking to see how we (housemate and me) and the roof survived the storm. Said she was around if I wanted to call back. I was busy, so waited. I'll try this evening.
