The day before
Nov. 9th, 2003 11:15 amI still can't quite believe that Matt will be home tomorrow, it just seems so odd to think of it. I've been looking forward to it for ages, and tomorrow is the day. I feel kind of numb and in shock. Maybe I should eat something.
This whole weekend has been an emotional wringer, Friday was just about the worst emotional basket case day I've ever had. Saturday was slightly better, but only because I stayed home the whole day, supervised the landlord's as they replaced the washer, did laundry and devoured a good book.
Today I am just knocking around the house, waiting for it to be time to go to a meeting. Its like I am incapacitated to do anything except wait for the next thing to happen, handsewing, excercise, everything sounds unappetizing.
I hate waiting and ambiguity.
This whole weekend has been an emotional wringer, Friday was just about the worst emotional basket case day I've ever had. Saturday was slightly better, but only because I stayed home the whole day, supervised the landlord's as they replaced the washer, did laundry and devoured a good book.
Today I am just knocking around the house, waiting for it to be time to go to a meeting. Its like I am incapacitated to do anything except wait for the next thing to happen, handsewing, excercise, everything sounds unappetizing.
I hate waiting and ambiguity.