Weekends are great. Charles and I play “let the other one sleep.” A fun game.
Granddad brought over fruit and veggies for us from the country. It looks so good sitting there, I just had to take a picture.
I also went out for a walk this evening -my first time alone. It was a bit surreal and it made me realize how spacey I am. Felt like walking outside after being in a zen retreat. All the lights and people are so interesting after being away from them for a while. And it made me notice that the stitches are still there (easy to ignore when the longest walk I do is between the bedroom and the livingroom).
Where did I go? I bought a decaf coffee and walked to the book store to buy “The No-Cry Sleep Solution.” Par.Tay.
Had a small realization as I walked that this is the biggest commitment I have ever made (no offense to Charles). I can move cities and change careers as much as I like, but this is so very permanent. Sure, I can walk up to the Cross for a long-black but now I must get back to help feed and burp a little snuffly, grunting piglet. I’m sure there’s times this will feel like a weight. But now it’s just a longing to be back home with C and G -like a rubber band that only stretches so far.