Sitting on the Dock of the Emotional Bay

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. ~Edna St Vincent Millay


dock2If I had a dollar for every moment that I’ve thought about sending a text and didn’t. Wanted to call and didn’t. Well, I’d take that money and buy you flowers. Again. Or maybe just go have sushi. I don’t know.

Feels like being in another room, and the doorknob is on the outside.

Today we bake bread. And make today the for my kids – a daily goal. And watch tv.

Tomorrow will be better. I’m sure of it.