Bridges: Sliding and Burning in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Well. Nothing like a snowstorm to add to the stress of the weekend! It started snowing here early this afternoon, and by the time I had to take Dude to the airport, it was downright nasty. The roads were covered. Luckily, the interstate was okay. A little slow going at times, but fine for the most part. But because I really wanted to get home before it got much worse, I simply pulled up to the airline entrance at the airport and practically kicked Dude to the curb!

What an uncomfortable goodbye! What a horrible weekend! I thought that I’d be able to relax with him. I mean, he completely went all out the last time I saw him, and his e-mails had been friendly, witty and easy-going. I just hate that he kept reminding me of all the little “issues” that we had from the get-go. I don’t understand. Was he trying to see if I’d changed? Or was he trying to prove to himself that it would never work? What? Dude does have a history of going to visit past loves. Maybe it’s his way of getting some closure. I feel like I accidentally opened the door a crack, and he just slid himself right in. And out.

But. Oh well. I suppose I’ll never have to spend another uncomfortable weekend with him again. It was such a relief to shut that door and drive off.

Getting home was treacherous. The snow had gotten worse, and by the time I got close to my exit, I passed several cars that had spun out all over the road. The hilly roads on the way to my apartment were full of cars that were slipping and sliding everywhere. I slid around quite a bit, but took it very slllowww, pumping my brakes as I creeped down the hills. I was shaking when I pulled into the parking garage.

And now. I’m so happy to be here in my warm little place as the snow swirls around outside. It’s warm in here. The cat’s purring. And I can be alone to write another entry. A luxury I haven’t felt like I’ve had in a while.

Thanks to everyone sending in passport express service information. Sucks that I’m going to have to do this, and I’m really pissed at myself for misplacing/losing the damn thing, but hopefully, I’ll get this all taken care of this week. Unfortunately, tomorrow is a day lost. I have to fly to Cleveland at 6:30am to attend a meeting and check out some new, spiffy technology, but hopefully I can get some phone calls made and make a bit of progress. I’ll fly back tomorrow afternoon. If they can really do this in three days, I’m still okay.

Funny. It’s quiet here again. I almost feel like I don’t know what to do with myself now that I’m not preparing for someone to visit. Or searching for something I lost. Or stressing over someone else’s issues. Or sliding all over the road. Or burning bridges.