We shall take a bit of a break here....

I was pretty horrible the past twelve days. I left my phone off-hook, so that Peter wouldn't call every forty minutes, run up a bill, and cry a lot. It upset me. That is not a nice thing to do. So I broke my silence, because... I got the what-ifs.

Actually, I wanted to go down there last week, but was too depressed, and the weather matched my mood. And this week, schools are out, for some lame thing about saving energy. So I can only go next week, because the busses aren't running.

Peter cried throughout. It was gut-wrenching.

So I promised to visit next week. And felt terrible. Tja, finances.... the pits.

At least he still knew who I was. It was horrible.