who'd have thought?

My son Matthew has left me after one and a half years together in lockdown (most of the time). He’s been double vaccinated and tested covid-negative so he can go home to a bubble with his room-mate. He left after less warning than people have received when evacuated from their homes during a wild fire emergency. On such short notice (from his brother) I thought Matt was coming for a weekend and planned his clothes accordingly. That was then. He had a lot more clothes and goods and chattels to return with.

Moving him was a lot of work, which I won’t go into now. It was very tiring and very time-consuming. Everything cuts into blog time.

After Bill died and after my children peeled off on their own, I lived alone for 40 years, so it was an adjustment learning to live with and do for another person—Matt takes a lot of doing for. I was in constant pain with my sciatica and very cranky. However, Matt trained me well and taught me more patience. Now he’s gone after a relatively short time together and learning again, and who’da thunk it?

I miss him.

and I am

Tired, that is. Not only that, we didn’t see the play. It was cancelled because one of the actors was unable to perform and there are no understudies.

aargh.

Long drive. Home earlier than expected but tired, nonetheless.

Bed now.

Tomorrow is another day.