It's too much, and I'm exhausted.
Tomorrow, I will be working alone for most of the day. Bryan and Gerry head back to KC in the morning, and Rick will be at work. I have to make concrete forms, and will be spending a buttload of time doing that very thing. And I have to arrange for a sphincter-tighteningly expensive concrete pumper truck in the morning.
But perhaps more than that, I am wondering who I am. Who I am becoming. Kind of existental questions, but the house crush and the being forced to deal with breakup issues is making me rethink a lot of stuff. I can sense changes coming, like the scent of land when you've been out to sea for months on end.
I have some really superb friends.
That is all for now.