Today was a snow day, so I spent the day playing Harry Potter scene-it with my son, cleaning, and I made a couple batches of strawberry jam.
My office has been slowly beginning to look like something akin to the aftermath of a bomb explosion, but I guess I will just let that be for a few more days, since tomorrow from 9-2 I intend to write up a storm.
I slept in this morning until nearly 10am, a new record for my youngest son since he is usually up no later than 7.30. When my husband left for work at 8:15 he came in to say bye and then after I went to sleep I had the most weirdest dream. Here's the stickler, I can't tell you what it was, since I really don't know. I'm hoping it will come back to me eventually which is sometimes accustom. All I remember is that feeling of utter aloneness in a peach-colored room that was completely devoid of any décor or furniture. I also remember a panicky feeling of not having my kids with me, but I remember someone coming in the room in jeans, a man I think. I wish I could remember the jest of it, but alas I can't.
It's hard to believe it will be 6 months since my Dad passed away. I still find it hard to believe. I go about my day, and in my head it's like he's still alive. Then when I think of it, or someone mentions it I get that quickening in my chest(like a flutter), and light headedness you'd get when you are finding out about it for the first time. I wonder if that ever stops?
I have really stayed up far to late tonight...it's past midnight. :s
~R
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