Ah, Saturday. This morning is sunny, but it’s absolutely wildcard weather already. I woke up in the middle of the night, staying conscious just long enough to see a flash of lightning before passing out again. Ten minutes ago, we just had an isolated downpour that affected only the backyard. The sun never stopped shining.
I wanted to spin yesterday. Unfortunately, just as the sun was going down, the clouds started to move in. I was just getting up to go and spin with a dramatic storm cloud backdrop when the rain started. No spin time for me.
I booked my hotels for the ride up north last night, after admitting to Shawshank terrified I was to actually do so. I want to be up there, but I also don’t want to be “alone” because everything I’ve ever known – what’s left of it, anyway – is here. The anxiety is already starting. I told him I needed him to be online with me, watching me, because I needed that extra mental support.
Today we’re doing the regular Saturday bullshit. Mom and I will go to the grocery store, and Brian will lay around on the recliner with his swollen, rotting foot elevated.
