Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
 
In the current craziness that I call my life, I came home after work today. I skipped the gym because I wanted to go for a power walk in the Park. As I entered the home, I realized that I had to move around some furniture to clear a path for our new couch. I moved all that I needed to and hopped online. I began my usual surfing then realized that, if I were to go for a power walk, I had to do it now. But it looked like rain, so I skipped it.

I mulled around rearranging things so that they would be out of the way for the delivery guys. I looked at the old couch. Slightly amazed that I was able to move such a large thing. By myself. I still need to find a way to dispose of it. I can't donate it because the leather is ripped. Which is why we got a new couch. And we wanted to be able to lie down. Mission furniture doesn't really allow for the stretching.

I hopped back online to chat with a friend. Then went to the kitchen to make some dinner. I was in no mood to cook. So, I had three sandwiches. I felt out of sorts. Not sure why I was so unmotivated. I noted that I was never felt like this. I wasn't sure what was wrong with me.

Then it hit me. I miss my partner. He's been in Minneapolis for the past three days. For work. Doesn't get back until Wednesday night. I miss him a lot.

So, this is what that feels like. I'm getting old. Later.
 
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