This is completely overwhelming, yet again. More later. In brief: This is not my beautiful house, this is not my beautiful wife, and all my rituals and habits have fled. I almost cried in the grocery store, but I realize that’s just exhaustion. I forget how to type on a keyboard. I seem to be able to drive, still (although my car is making a horrible noise and needs service this week).
I forgot how to turn on my computer. I can’t remember where things are or where they go. When I left this strange place, it was set up for winter… and it still is. I can’t find any clothes that fit me.
But eff it. There are four potatoes baking in the oven, and I have 2 pints of sour cream, 10 Greek yogurts, and a pound of Starbucks. I renewed my Netflix for a week. I have a fan somewhere to take the edge off the heat.
Like Gloria Gaynor said, I will survive. And I’ll enjoy it whether I like it or not! ;D