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Despite the hopeful signs, Friday night I allowed the events of my life to sink in and weigh on me. I still had so much to do, but my energy-level was waning rather than waxing. How I wished I could take myself out to supper and go see a movie. How I wished I had anything in the refrigerator that would put me in a better mood than just eggs, peas, and broccoli. I poached three eggs for my supper and had them with two pieces of bread (one with raspberry jam) and the last of my milk. I found where I'd left off in The Remains of the Day and watched the end of the video with a couple ounces of Black Velvet. After the show, Dear Reader, I'm afraid to report I did nothing else for the rest of the evening. I played at the computer for a while, finishing a game of Civilization II I'd started a couple weeks ago. I listened to the tv behind me... Letterman and Kilbourn were on, then some infomercial. It was past 1am and I was not ready for Kevin to be here this morning nor for my financial statement to be sent in the mail. I realized I wasn't going to accomplish anything else last night, so my best bet was to try to get some sleep and to set my alarm for an early start. I put on my favorite cd for which to fall asleep... Jeff Victor's Scottish Moors from the Lifescapes series available at a number of department stores. Piano, strings, pipes, and waves breaking on... well, on Scottish moors, I suppose. The last time I remember looking at the clock was 1:52am. I awoke four hours later, this morning. Shelly and Jackie were bringing Catherine down to their house, and I had three hours until Kevin was to arrive. (The girls had been up visiting for the entire week, and I last saw them a week ago at Cathy's church program... Kevin had to work earlier this week and went up to join them for Christmas Wednesday night.) The sleep had done me well and I awoke with a more purposeful tone. I had set two alarms (just in case) but was up and about before the second went off. I started my day by putting on some music with a bit more jump to it and making a pot of coffee. Breakfast was two eggs scrambled with diced pieces of two sausage links, and my last two pieces of bread toasted with the last of my butter (one with peanut butter and blackberry preserves, the other with just the preserves). I gathered my financial documents to finish on the trip down to Mom's, and packed enough clothes to get me through three days away. I dropped off my video at the library and bummed a cigarette from a gentleman outside, my first since the used one I'd found on the bike path adjacent to Highway 114 at 10am yesterday morning. I was cleaning house when Kevin arrived. |