Last week I tried to stay busy. Up with Greg every morning at 6:30, working out, going to free classes at the library and the Apple store and the Workforce Central Florida office. I got more cleaning done than usual, and made dinner for Greg every night.
This week I feel further adrift. I had a weird, almost panicky moment on Wednesday when I realized that I had no idea what day of the week it was.
I kind of hated going to work every day. Especially with my hellaciously long commute, I was gone from home for 10+ hours every workday. Before work was filled with getting ready for work, and after work I was tired. I felt like life was passing me by while I was busy going to work, being at work, coming home from work, or recovering from having been at work.
Even though I didn't want to do it, I guess it defined me, in a lot of ways. It's like a giant chunk of who I was is gone now. Even if who I was was a person who resented the hell out of having to spend so much time away from home.
Greg has been awesome, as usual. He's encouraging me to go visit my Mom in the next couple of weeks, and I guess he's right.
I'm a little off-balance right now, but it's getting better. I do at least know what day it is today.