Another Day

I figured I'd better post in case anyone was wondering (does anyone ever read this??).

It's been ten days now since D-day, and I'm trying to get back into my daily routine. But it's difficult. I look around I see something that reminds me of dad, and the moment comes where I just have to stop and remember to breathe until the tunnel vision and inner pain subsides enough for me to try and deal again.

I've made breakfast, lunch, and dinner for my family for the past two days, a duty I usually share with my DH. I watered my orchids yesterday and this morning. I fed the cat. I watched a movie with my kiddo. I taught my workshop and went to my evening job.

Mundane simple things make life easier to cope with. I know it will eventually get easier to deal with the loss. I even negotiated with my offspring for a few hours of quiet time yesterday and edited an entire chapter. I have to add several new scenes, and I'm almost to the point where I can't continue editing without them. I'm so emo right now I'm not sure how they'll turn out. Or if they even will. I guess I can always save them for a different story if it doesn't fit the plot.

I have a personal goal to submit this story by the end of this month. Cross your fingers or toes or light a good luck candle for me.

On to editing another chapter today.

~R