On July 1st my husband had to head back overseas. I hate when he leaves. And I'm noticing the depresssion hits harder after each visit. Don't get me wrong. I want him home to visit. I'd be downright mean if I never ever got to see him. But you know, it gets harder to say good-bye after having him home for a month.
Things are coming together though. Today is better than yesterday. And tomorrow--even though it's a holiday--I'm gonna be working things out on how to attack Brooklyn's revisions. More on tackling that problem later.
Anyway, I'm here. Yay.