So here I am. Home alone. The boys have gone camping with their daddy for the ward father/son camp out. This is the first time they've ever been away from me for a night. It's odd. I don't think I like it.
I've been sitting at this computer since they drove out of the garage swaddled by an orange-glow sunset. It's like I'm here clinging to a familiar friend so that I don't have to acknowledge my empty (dirty) house.
Granted, I am accomplishing something quite necessary on the computer. It's not all Shootsacs and Facebook. But I think it might just truly be time to tuck the keyboard away for the night and take up with my novel friends Sparhawk and Sephrenia again.
See. There I go from one place of comfort to the other.
I might be just a wee bit delirious right now. Yes. Most definitely.
Oh, and let's not forget to mention that I'm so stressed out about taking wedding pictures tomorrow (today) that my hands - which have been relatively eczema free for the last few months - have literally exploded in tiny blisters and itchiness. And I'm not even the primary photographer! I hate eczema. I hate being stressed.
My eyes feel like sandpaper.
My shoulders hurt from slouching over the keyboard.
My dirty house didn't get any cleaner tonight as was my plan.
I miss my family.
I need to stop saying "I" and "my." I sound conceited.