Most of this week has passed uneventfully, although I have been moody.
Let's see. Today is the fourth of March, which means the funeral was five months ago today. The anniversary of my mom's death is March 7th, aaaand my 35th birthday is March 10th. I have cried this week. The birthday is not a big deal as I always round my age up three months ahead of time when a big one is coming. When I turned 30, I packed up my sociopath lovahboy and headed to Hawaii for the weekend. Five years later I'm staying home and hoping it passes kind of uneventfully. I'm going to California in April for a weekend of baseball; it will have to do. The WOB is falling the weekend after Coachella, so I am skipping Coachella. Next year, next year. I seem to be saying that every year now.
Holy shitsnacks, look at the time. Well, so, I figured out why I am so moody. The body knows even if the mind forgets.
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