But I can’t stop them from falling
Bear has to work. He had to go to work in the snow and I’m scared shitless about the roads. He’s been gone 1/2 hour, and he’s gonna call when he gets there, and I’m sitting here bawling Just please call and tell me you’re safe.
I am so gonna start drinking when he gets home later.
It’s been a day of trying to keep it together. I took Max for a walk, he pulled because I had forgotten to switch his flat collar for his martingale, so I’m sore across the chest. Then I cleaned bathrooms, and that made the muscles hurt more. I was going to make applesauce but I didn’t think peeling apples was a good idea when I was already hurting. I’m a big ball of tense muscles right now, and I won’t relax till I know he’s okay.
It’s been almost 40 minutes. He should be there.
I’ve been telling myself that I’ve lived through enough winters that I know it’s gonna be okay, that we’ll make it through this one, too. It’s not working. Three storms in one week, and flashing back to 4 years ago when we got three feet in one storm, and then another three feet a few days later, and my nerves are shot. And the stupid fearcasters just WON’T SHUT UP!
I’ve been posting about it all day myself, so I shouldn’t talk.
Okay. He needs to call and then I can go make applesauce, or play the organ or grade exams or something to take my mind off it till he’s home safe.
I’m sorry you were feeling so stressed (and sore). I have not seen you around, – say Hi sometime.
It was just a rough day – better now! I have been bitten by the spirit of Christmas 🙂