Has it really been a month, almost exactly to the hour, that we got the bad news? Apparently so. I'm still in denial. I know it's going to hit me next week when NYEBoy is out of town and I have no school to go to every day to keep me occupied. I do have a girlfriend who has offered to come over and my pastor told me we could have breakfast or lunch, so that should help a little bit. Saturday will mark three weeks that she has been gone. Craziness.
I think I am going to go work on the poem I wanted to read at church on Sunday. Hopefully it won't start removing the fog. I like it down here. I just want to focus on the next twenty feet, not down the road.