Day 2

Church was hard today for my daughter.  I don't know if it was the fact that we just got back from visiting my husband/her dad or the sleepover last night, or just the fact that Paul wasn't sitting in the chair ahead of us.  It's hard.  Sundays are the worst, because that is where we know that we are displaced the most.  I have joked to friends that I don't know where to stand anymore because I don't go to the back of the church to shake hands since Paul left.  It feels weird to sit in our "normal" seats because Paul isn't in front of us.  Funny how set in our ways we get and how unbalanced you can feel when things change.  I guess that is why most people don't care for change.

I think I am suffering from a small dose of depression.  I am tired all of the time and don't want to exercise.  I know I should, but I just can't (or don't) get off my behind and do something.  Maybe tomorrow.

Well, tomorrow we are officially back to reality.  We go back to work, school and life as we are living right now.  We will see what day 3 brings.