Gary's in Chicago for the day (a day that began at 4:30 a.m.) and I've no one to talk to. It's not so much that I have anything really interesting to say, but I like being able to pick up the phone and chat for five minutes for no reason.
Not having those five minutes during the day makes me really aware of everything my job isn't right now.
I'll tell you what it IS... 19 catalogs due to design by Friday. And that makes me want to cry. Or give up.
I miss my honey.
Also, I'm not ready for my 12-year-old to walk to the pool by herself to meet another 12-year-old friend there when I'm stuck at work and my honey is in Chicago. That makes me very unpopular with her at this present moment. But sorry. Not today. It's summer, read a book. That's what I wish I were doing.