Iced Mocha Double Espresso

 Yesterday was rainy and abnormally warm for a mid-November day. And after a long day spent in the car and on the road with J on Friday, the last thing I wanted to do was get back in the car first thing in the morning with the dog to get her to the Groomer's by 7:30.

But that is exactly what I did. Doing my best to avoid the bigger puddles forming on the road and keeping in mind the bare minimum of tread remaining on my worn out all season tires.

I had made plans to meet M at Capitol Grounds for breakfast.

We had a window seat where we could sit and watch people try to parallel park on State Street while we talked and ate breakfast.

The Greta breakfast sandwich and Iced Mocha Double Espresso.

We sat there for over an hour until we notice it had gotten much busier in the cafe and other people might be in need of our table.

So off we went for an item exchange at Tractor Supply and a couple of small purchases at Big Lots and JoAnn Fabric.

After M and I parted ways, I drove the Agway thinking of maybe looking at house plants while I waited for the call to tell me Freddi was done and ready to be picked up.

I decided instead to call my Dad.

Telling him how hopeful I am about my step-mom's recovery and trying to ignore the pit of worry in my stomach.

I am hoping for the best, but also thinking of all the what ifs.

I went to retrieve the Freddi with wild ideas of preparing and delivering dinner to my Dad's a couple of days before T-Day.

But then I get home and I barely have enough energy to remain upright on the couch. Feeling like an empty vessel.

The weight of the dark days pressing on my chest.

Telling myself that tomorrow I will get up, start over and start fresh.

Get back into my routine.