It’s been 30 hours since Emma departed for sunnier climes (well, Exeter) and I’m really feeling it.
I’ve been keeping myself as busy as possible, the house is clean, the plants are watered, clothes have been washed and dried and so has the sofa.
Today, having enjoyed a lay-in until 0930, I worked until nearly 4pm on Zachary’s bedroom which is now almost ready to have lining paper hung on the walls. I only need to finish sanding the latest of the filler and then size the walls before I’m good to go on that front. Between that and now I’ve squeezed in a little contract work, responding to various emails, doing a few odd jobs which have been on a back burner. Tomorrow the remainder of project Credit Card will be commenced; not a something I relish.
But something doesn’t feel right, it’s not the same here without Emma and Zachary. I’m missing them more than I expected to. Even though we don’t talk constantly when we’re both here, just the presence of Emma has a noticeable positive effect on my mood.
As for Zachary, well, I spoke to him on the phone today; he’s been chasing chickens. I wish I was chasing chickens with him.