Am still at the lake. Head home tomorrow. Despite four fifteen year old girls here with me, it’s been a lonely time. Not desperately sad lonely. Just solitary. I am so alone in the world now. And I am still a bit uncomfortable with the fit. I will wear it in eventually! I’ve done nothing but cook and read and walk. That is a luxury in itself. Rog came down for two nights but he was fishing with a friend the entire time so his company didn’t count – if it ever does now anyway.
Back to work and then back to a punishing schedule next semester of full time uni and running my work office. I’ll need at least two days per week in there and really need five from October. So I am a bit worried I have bitten off a bit much. I’ll manage. I always do. But I hate the way the tension knots me these days.