First night

I survived as I knew I would. It was just a hard thing to think about.

The dogs and I snuggled into bed and that's the last thing I remember. Then Loco woke me up as usual. Little brat.

I'm feeling very lonely this morning - even chatting with Walt in IM fashion doesn't come close. I pray tomorrow is easier. It should get easier afterall.

And then the day will come when we can pack up her stuff and be out of here FOREVER.

I know that during the week it won't be so bad.....nights and weekends will suck.

Walter starts his new/old job tomorrow. I am so happy for him. I wonder if he's nervous. It's his job and always has been. Maybe it's just reaquainting himself with the processes and all the new employees that have been hired since last fall. I am happy for him. He's going "home" and back to his comfort zone.

Me....working from home is getting easier. Now if I could just get that first paycheck, I'll feel like I am doing something important. Not just hanging out online all day and in phone meetings.

Life moves on....and I am trying to move with it.....I have my furry kids to keep me company.....and the pleasure of knowing time HAS to move forward.....the day will come when we're all together again.