A slow start.

I’m slowly beginning to feel better. I have an appointment scheduled with my doctor for Wednesday afternoon, which always makes things better. And I just keep telling myself that as long as I don’t try to be someone I’m not but I try to relax, then whatever happens is what was meant to happen. My friends claim that they can’t see us being able to stay away from each other. That if we take a little time we’ll miss each other like crazy, get back together, realize we can’t live without each other, etc., etc. Truth be told, I think part of me thinks the same. He’s not just my boyfriend, he’s my best friend, he’s my… I really get what people mean now when they talk about their “other half” and how another person can “complete” them, corny as it sounds. So part of me thinks there’s no way we can be without each other.

But logically, if it comes to that, I know everything will be okay. I know it… I just don’t feel like it.

So I over-estimated my ability to focus. I haven’t gotten back into my reading yet. I finished the September Oxygen magazine today. That was about all I had in me. I keep thinking maybe I’ll just pick up that Agatha Christie and come back to Anna Karenina afterward, but I don’t trust myself to do that. Plus, I’ve had a headache every day since we left the beach.

I just wanted to assure you (and myself) that I am not neglecting my blog. I have to be moderately enthusiastic about something. **laugh** Bear with me. Until then, a picture of me reading on vacation: