five thousand shades of blue
Tuesday, January 29, 2002
Yesterday was not quite as long as my
22-hours-awake Friday but it came damned close. Had to stay at the café for an extra hour and a half, and then when I did try to leave, the truck battery was dead and I had to wait for a friend to come and jumpstart it. To say I was grumpy would be an understatement, since I had so much to do at home. But then... then I went home, took a shower, and wrote up invoices for the two projects I've been working on, only to find I had spent much more billable time on them than previously thought. That perked me right up, enough to get me through my 7pm meeting. I went home and practically fell into bed sleeping, and I still feel very very sleepy today, but at least I'm not grumpy.
And not as sad. Thank you to so many of my friends who sent kind words (and e-cards) of condolence to me regarding my grandfather. He had a full and happy life -- my grief is mostly for the rest of the family, especially my grandmother. How hard it must have been (and must still be) for her, to watch the man, the partner she'd had for over 50... 60?... years crumble into a shadow of his former self and then die. How awful that total loss of control must be. And how right that bastard was when he said that it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, because even with the hurt it's worth it in the end.
is
this just not enough…?
