I'll miss you when I'm slipping in between.
Today I packed my studio. I'm not sure, but it feels like the most depressing event to date. It's going to be in boxes for a while, no space to set up where I'm going.
I took care of myself as well. Gave myself a manicure, cleaned up my feet. Not that anyone will notice but me, but I feel better about how I look. It could be that I've turned the heater to 75, and I'm running around in shorts that I would never wear in public.
Who cares? You don't.
Enough angst for the weekend. Let's get back to counting days off.
He's coming. No, really.
Good Night.