The Weekend

I managed to stay pretty fleet-footed this weekend. Not settling in one place for too long. I think it helped keep me from brooding.

I wondered often what SweetStuff was doing and I also thought about what happened. I had a few friends write/call. I didn't cry, but telling about how sweet it had been always made a catch in my voice, telling about now was just dull. Fortunately people know me well enough to know that the sweet was a milestone and they reminded me that "I still had it" (for what it's worth this day).

I blogged about Spain and emptied the bookstore. I walked eight miles this weekend - a good spring start.

I miss him. I do. I've been given no choice in this - no plan B. Press on sweetie - you always do.