I know if my world feels smaller and smaller and colder and harder that I'm doing it wrong . . .
Still nothing from Cassie. Teri reports that Cassie "wants to shop" today, so I'm requested to please go to work early so I can get in my half day and be home around noon. Haven't the foggiest idea what that means, exactly, but it feels like I'm, well, of no value as a dad and grandfather except as a babysitter. (I'd add "husband" but then I'd also have to add "cook" and "handyman.")
Got home from 3+ hours of rehearsals last night to discover that mrs tg and middle daughter had gone to the movie at the top of my list this season. While I'm glad they went out together, what it means for me is that not only did I not get to see this movie with Teri, but I will now get to either miss it entirely or go see it by myself another time without her.
The only time I've felt good in the last 36 hours is when I've been doing music, and even there I seem to have issues going on.
My makeshift Advent "wreath" has been put away to make room for other decorations.
Still haven't found my wedding band.
So I've been up for an hour, am showered, and just waiting for it to be late enough to go into work and get my half day in. I have a little work I can do from home, which I suppose I'll start in on in a few minutes, for lack of any more appealing options. After I pray . . .
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