Well. Not really. The Boy is still here. The Man is in the Bronx fixing our apartment. It’s in a nice area where lots of people go to college. That’s all the clues you get from me. Now go see how many colleges there are in the Bronx and you will realize there is no real way to narrow it down

I have been extremely restless since he left this time. I don’t know what it is. I had a killer migraine this morning and half the day. I finally got myself straightened out after 1pm. Then I did some laundry, some dishes, cleaned the bathroom, mopped the floor, swept… you know, normal stuff. The laundry is all folded and waiting for me to put it away. The Boy was in rare form as he either didn’t want to be with me and stayed to himself, or wanted to be crawling all over me, or running around in mischief. I know he misses the Man.

I guess the stress is getting to me about the move, the ministry, what is and isn’t going well…it’s a lot all at once. We have 2 business meetings on Monday. I have to get his website fixed up and posted. My site is not exactly what I want, but it will do.

Music has to be memorized and perfected, album has to be put together, I have to write my book… the Boy needs stuff. Our home needs stuff. It’s just overwhelming, but I am doing pretty good. Depression about it all is trying to eat my brain, but so far I am surviving.

“Nobody told me that the road would be easy and I don’t believe You’ve brought me this far to leave me.” Mary Mary