I hope you guys don't mind, I'm falling hopelessly behind on comments right now. I've read them though, and I appreciate all your thoughts and kind words.
We're flying down on Friday, though not sure if WG can get the day off or not.
He called a coworker and apparently there's this wild rumor in the yard that WG took a week off to do some training or something looking for another job, which is just crazy. But if they really believe it no wonder his job is asking for proof that he was sick. He does not need this right now.
We fly out on Saturday. I'm flying from Sacramento to Spokane. Originally I hoped WG would come with me. Last night he liked the idea. Now he feels it's just too much travel time and he doesn't want to be locked into a four-hour event. I was hoping a stadium full of fans and something pretty mindless would be just the ticket -- and I want to be near him.
I'm fried. Trying to do homework, it's not sinking in. I've told all my professors what's going on.
wildernessguru broke down sobbing last night. This is just devastating to him.
I'm thinking of shining the nationals. God, I want to go so bad, but if we're not together....
A friend of mine who'd finished three-year retreat once said that we try to avoid the sense of limbo when our lives are going through a lot of changes. We want to be comfortable again. In fact, that gap, that spaciousness is a good place to be and we shouldn't run from it but stay with it. This is bizarrely helpful.
We're flying down on Friday, though not sure if WG can get the day off or not.
He called a coworker and apparently there's this wild rumor in the yard that WG took a week off to do some training or something looking for another job, which is just crazy. But if they really believe it no wonder his job is asking for proof that he was sick. He does not need this right now.
We fly out on Saturday. I'm flying from Sacramento to Spokane. Originally I hoped WG would come with me. Last night he liked the idea. Now he feels it's just too much travel time and he doesn't want to be locked into a four-hour event. I was hoping a stadium full of fans and something pretty mindless would be just the ticket -- and I want to be near him.
I'm fried. Trying to do homework, it's not sinking in. I've told all my professors what's going on.
I'm thinking of shining the nationals. God, I want to go so bad, but if we're not together....
A friend of mine who'd finished three-year retreat once said that we try to avoid the sense of limbo when our lives are going through a lot of changes. We want to be comfortable again. In fact, that gap, that spaciousness is a good place to be and we shouldn't run from it but stay with it. This is bizarrely helpful.