  My office window looks out directly over our front yard towards the street. Today I watched as the potential new owner of the Jeep we drove to Vegas in to get married almost three years ago, drove it away. . . probably for good. There aren't many things left here that don't remind me of something bad.
Even my kitchen sink has an 'attachment'. After a massively productive day today, I have an equally-masssively busy one to look forward to tomorrow. I can hardly believe I've gone from having not even a scrap of work, to having a full schedule in a period of no more than a week. It'd be nice to squeeze in a quick tan to burn off some of the frazzled nerve-endings I've developed over the last couple of weeks but I'll have to play that by ear.
I miss my Mum already, she's only been gone two days and I probably wouldn't have spoken to her if she wasn't on holiday this week, but still. Knowing she's not 'across the screen' feels empty. Even emptier than the every-day kind of empty I'm used to. 
