It’s the first day of many years to come. G starts work at home today, and already I am interfering. Caretaking. Asking questions. Not ok. I screech to a halt. Hiding my head.
Now, he’s off to the gym in my truck, and I will go later in his car. We can switch there. Later on his lunch hour, we are taking the car in for long deferred maintenance. The brake squeak, the whine at 60mph, that sort of thing. Mine is emitting that extreme exhaust smell that indicates a dying catalytic converter. Somewhere along in here, Grumpy also needs to go into the shop.
The highlight of the weekend was news that Lessa got not one but two really goodsized scholarships. Really good stuff.
Now I am off to swim, finish a poem for tomorrow, finish the laundry from yesterday, and think thin. Our pants no longer fit. More gym time and less food is the mantra of the upcoming months. Finishing things for a new start.