It's late and there isn't much to say. I'm still having one of those times that I miss you so much. It's a kind of sadness that comes occasionally. As we've said before, nothing about widowhood is linear.
Along with sadness is weirdness. Things at work have been just a little off-kilter all week. It's going well for everybody. It's not a bad week, just a bit strange. Maybe this happens after a holiday. Maybe the town partied a bit too hard. Is the moon full? It's entertaining, at any rate.
I mowed after work. It was cloudy and 65, and that was too good to waste. It sprinkled rain off and on, and that felt good, too. Half the neighborhood was mowing this evening. We're still getting rain every few days, so it's not easy to keep up with the grass. At least mine is done for a while.
Tomorrow I work my half-day. After work I need to clean the house, mail some packages, and get cat food. Saturday I'll go to the farmers market and the co-op - make my monthly shopping trip to Goshen. And maybe mow again. We'll see.
The dog is asleep beside me and the cats are in various window sills. I'm getting sleepy, so I'll end before I go face-down on the keyboard. I really could use a cuddle tonight, just because I'm a little sad right now. So come if you can. Your little family misses you.
Love you with all my heart,