I am still dreading the next two days. I am scared and I am sad. I am overwhelmed and wishing for a magical, easy solution to my dog-care dilemma. I am looking forward to Saturday–a day when my only plan is to do as little as possible–like a kid approaching Christmas. I want to sleep. I want to rest. I want to drop all the stress for a day.
Right now, I don’t particularly want to be thinking of any of this. I want to close my computer, bury myself under the covers, and fall asleep. Right now, I don’t want to worry. I don’t want to dwell on how hard it is going to be to say goodbye to my mom in the morning. I want life to leave me alone for a little while. I want to let it all go. Just long enough for the knot in my stomach to dissolve and for me to drift off into a dream. I can pick it all up again in the morning if I have to. Or, not.
I just want a tiny moment of peace.