The past few weeks I worked a third more than I'm paid for and slept a third less than I need. So I was irritated even before I got hit with V's anger
last Sunday. Last week isn't one I want to see repeated soon in my life.
It ended with a friend's goodbye party, which did me good though. Someone told this story
, and there were enough nice people and caipirinhas for distraction.
It's odd, I never have a problem with goodbyes. Everything is still where it belongs when I say goodbye. It's when it's gone that I start to realize what's missing.
The rest of the weekend I stayed with myself
, because that's my most efficient way of getting re-centered. It looked like this (in random order): bed, bed, newspaper, groceries, bed, kitchen
, book, bathtub, bed, bed, kitchen, bed.