I am Rudderless. As in floating and adrift, and also as in the boy's off on the
other side of the world. Often I sleep better when he's not there (but I wake
happier when he is) just because I'm a light sleeper and it's one less set of
noises and movements, but not last night. I couldn't get to sleep for a long time.
That was probably because it was annoyingly warm yesterday, so that open windows
in all the upstairs rooms and the three strategically placed fans didn't cut it.
In other words, it's been a short night and a long day, and I may not be entirely
coherent by now.
Once I did get to sleep I slept solidly, but
nonetheless was a good girl and got up early to row. It was annoyingly warm there
too, despite enough wind to make rowing a single interesting; I had to take off my
light fleece top before I even got in the boat.
I just want to shout
at the weather, "It's MARCH, hothead! What happened to blustery winds, chilly
weather and spring rain? I want my spring back!!"
At least I'm
dressed for spring, in an outfit that looks like a tribute to Legally
Blonde only without the blonde. Or the matching dog, for that matter. Lots of
pink and even high heels (not pink).
Must go. Too much work. More
later, maybe.