This morning I was one minute late to work because I cut it too close and then lost time saying good morning to the door man. I wish he were less chatty. I also wish he commented less on my body.
I can't stop looking at the clock to figure out what time it is in Italy to try to guess what my sister's doing.
Alex is the only kid I know who doesn't want to be home alone. Everyone else wants to be home alone and do all sorts of things they can't do with other people around. Not her. She hates being home alone so much that she comes home from camp and immediately comes to visit me at work. It's nice that she's old enough to actually help and young enough that nobody thinks she's a friend visiting at work.
I got a milkshake on the way home tonight. I couldn't finish it and normally would give the rest to Dani. It's not a hole in your heart; it's someone shoving a spiked pole through your heart repeatedly. I keep reminding myself she's coming back. She's gone on trips before but somehow leaving the country feels so huge and final.
Josh asked me to figure out how old I'll be when going on vacation out of the country with him. I'm thinking like 40?