Since I no longer have the eye drops to do at the moment, I got out of bed and went for my walk. I did brush my teeth first, with some squats to warm up. But then I went outside to the mist and walked a mile. It felt good.
I left home a bit after 7:30 to go to Weiser for my dental appointment. There was a bit of fog on the road as I got started, and then a lot of fog when I got to the Midvale hill. I had to pee, so I turned into the rest stop, which was completely socked in with fog. I felt like I was completely in the clouds, and then just moments after I turned out of the rest stop it all cleared up.
I arrived early enough to chat with the receptionist, who is one of my choir friends. We talked about Christmas plans. And then the dentist shaved down my crown a bit. It’s feeling better. I hope it works out in the long run. It’s been a bit sensitive today so far, but not hitting like it was.
I got home in time to start work at 9:30. I exercised and walked during lunch. I’m still feeling really low. Like there’s a tsunami of tears building up out of sight. But so far they’re just trickling out.
I need to start packing. I need to get serious about my trip. I should do some house cleaning before I leave. I should feed the septic tank some yeast. I should make a list of things to do before I leave, like turn down the heat and put the water heater on vacation mode. I need to move these things up the importance list until I get them done.
But tomorrow I’ll do the hot springs. So it will be Thursday that I’ll have to get all the things done. Including, maybe, baking another pecan pie. I can do that and do other things. It might help me to do other things because I’ll be waiting for the pie to finish.
I feel like I’m waiting for something, but at the same time I know it will never get here. I guess maybe I’m waiting for him to come home. For the last 16 months to have been some kind of strange dream. And that is not going to happen. He’s gone, and I have to keep moving forward.