Feeling a little better this morning, this time next week her plane will be in the air. I’ve got the laptop down here in the living room and I’m getting the evil eye for it. Fuck it, I don’t care anymore.
Picked up my race number (43, apparently folks do NOT register early for this) & t-shirt for tomorrow - actually doing the race is still totally up in the air, but hopefully when I remind her about it, she won’t get all pissy on me.
I really am quite disappointed in myself that I’ve managed to get through all other sorts of crap in my life, and an 83 year old woman has broken me in 3 weeks.
