Heading over to the Island with a friend tomorrow, to visit yet more friends in Victoria. Friends are friendly.
I feel a bit scattered and pulled in different directions lately. There doesn't ever seem to be a day when I just come home, pour a glass of wine and sit out on the deck and read.
I'm not complaining. It just sounds like I am.
I will miss Michael a lot.
That is all.
That's what gets me through the day, thinking about coming home and sitting on the deck drinking wine. Does that make me a drunk? I can't be an alcoholic, I haven't joined their club.
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