For friends with stupidly anxious hearts like mine

I tracked Tim’s flight up north. He’s at his layover airport now, safe and sound and cold. I’m sure I’ll update again when he’s in Maine.

Tonight I’ll try to talk Rexford into sleeping on the bed. I know he won’t though, until Tim’s been gone about three nights. Even then, I’ll probably only get a night of acquiescence out of him before he remembers that like Tim, he’s selfish with his real estate when he sleeps.

Edit at 10:53: Tim’s in Maine, driving to the Lambert homestead. I hope he has a relaxing time there. I will miss him, but I’m also glad he’s not here. There’s just so much to do here, and so much disruption, and I kept worrying that he might try to move something or lift something, and he’s still supposed to be recuperating and taking it easy.

Also, no one should be around me. My home is my sanctuary, and right now it’s kind of a nightmare. Pity Tom.

Last year I did so much on World AIDS Day, and this year, I could do little more than stare into space and think about other people and their losses and experiences. I don’t have the stamina to remember too many of my own.

6 thoughts on “For friends with stupidly anxious hearts like mine”

  1. Oh good. I am happy he’s there. I hope he has a good trip, even if they are getting hit with freezing weather.

    I can’t wait until your house is finished. I want to talk to you about it. Is it that awful? Will I go insane when we start ours? I am so OCD about stuff, maybe I will leave. It’s just a wall that has to come down, though. Ugh. I am so sorry your world is topsy turvy. It will pass soon.

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