Friday the Thirteenth.
It’s early on a Friday night and I’m tucking my pup and myself into bed. It’s been a long-ass week.
Spent the whole week in non-stop meetings, and I do mean non-stop…from 7:45 in the morning until 6ish each evening, and I am simply dog tired. Top it off with worrying about the Bulldog, and there’s just no energy left. My soul is charring.
What to say about today? Didn’t hear from the Bulldog all day. He finally called around 6:30 tonight, but fuck it. I didn’t answer. Finally, I sent him a text at around 7:30 while I was out walking the dog. Told him we were walking, so he texted back asking if we were walking to his house.
Are you kidding me?
I send a text back after we got home telling him that we were home and exhausted.
He texted back, “i see.”
I mean, really? Just because we’ve spent the last several Friday nights together, does he think it’s automatic after we’ve had such difficult conversations (and big chunks of silence) this week? I don’t know. I should call him, but I don’t feel like it.
I talked to my mom a bit tonight and she was good. Well, better than the other morning. And then she popped the news on me that my brother’s wife is preggers. They’ve been trying to get pregnant ever since they got married almost two years ago.
Weird, my mom didn’t really want to tell me (it’s early), and I didn’t even think that it might be because I’m sensitive because I never had kids. It never dawned on me unit I started typing this out.
Funny. Not a twinge of jealousy or regret. I have my puppy!
OK. I’m kind of freezing and don’t have a lot to say. Wish I had more news to report, but I think I’ll just go to bed.
Today ranks a 6.
Love,
GS
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