I am trying to keep on keeping on by getting back on a schedule. The Kid has gone on to the next stage of his summer journey. I miss him already. I don’t like the moving on thing. It makes me think about Steve. I try not to think about the people I will never see again, particularly when I am about to be forced to see someone who I could live a rich, full life without ever seeing again.
So in a true effort to embrace my denial, I am working on a number of projects.
My head already hurts.