I had high hopes for today but in the end didn't accomplish much. I guess its ok to give myself a day to mourn. I didn't cry nor curl up in a ball. I felt solemn and nostalgic. I just wandered around the house all day occasionally glancing at the mess that desired attention but was ignored instead. I just wasn't into it.
I straightened up our attic last week and and found a tub full of old journals. So today I picked one up and started reading. There were good memories of trips to Utah for weddings and graduations and the stress of whether to buy a home and my pregnancy with Kate. That was a fun journal to read. My high school one-not so much. Its was humbling.
I got an email from Jason and he's made it safely. Hopefully will get to talk to him tomorrow.
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I thought you were referring to your own hair and then I saw Jason's hair! Wow! Aren't you glad he's in the AF and has to keep that hair short!!
I hope the days are going fast for you. I am so glad you are back to blogging esp since I am not on Facebook.
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