Well, I wish I had a houseful of all my friends from PC. He just pulled out of the driveway. Of course, he didn't get all his crap out. He'll be back Monday, but he sure is making it as easy on HIMSELF as possible. He says he's going to his sister's house for the weekend. Either she or John have been calling him incessantly. No one has called me to see how *I* doing. That's probably because I'm the "strong *****" and they all know I'll survive.

WHY???? Why do I care????

Looking at things as objectively as I can, it's the little things that bother me, that scare me, that I don't know how I'll handle. Like moving a big flower pot to level the ground under it, another flower pot that just out of my reach so I can see why the bulbs aren't coming up, like digging the vacuum cleaner out of the shed and sotring it where I can reach it.

Excuse me???? He left the damn ferret!! I just heard it in his room!! JUDAS H. PRIEST!! And I'm crying because he's gone??? BUT I CAN'T STOP!!!! Anger, frustration and where the hell is this pain coming from??? WHY?????