Suddenly gloomy. My husband left for a week-long trip last night, and it's suddenly cold, and I started the day writing an obit.
→[More:]My colleague came in and told me how good she thought the obit was, and that I'm really good at writing obits in general, and I do actually like them. They're interesting. But this one hit me kind of hard for some reason (very short cancer bout), and now I'm lonely.
I want to go get some sort of super comfort food and then curl up. And I am going home to a lonely apartment. It'll be like when we were first dating long-distance, so we're looking forward to our sweet-muttery phone calls in which I totally fall asleep on the phone... but meh.
Any ideas? I think I'm going to see The Hunger Games tomorrow, but other than that this is going to be a long stretch.