I’m here, waking up a bit later, breakfasting with MSNBC and missing you sitting across from me with your hard copy of the NY Times. Hey, I’m not tearing up. Just realized that even if I do feel sad, really sad.
As much as I’d love to be in a conversation, maybe I’m getting used to the sounds around me: the wind playing in the flames, the chiming on the porch, Kelly O’Donnell updating us on Chris Christie’s exit from the Republican crowd (Yay).
Good conversations yesterday, moving myself to work projects. Texts to Jack and Kristen and Tom to put our summer collaborations out into the world announcing HVWP PD opportunities. A dinner date with Andrea to plan for interviews with our Highland Falls team… A movie and dinner with Marie France and Don, Valentine’s Day with Tara and Scott.
I’m doing all the right things, right?
Then why am I starting to tear up because I feel so fragmented???