My Nest is Officially Empty

I decided against going to church this morning. I debated, telling myself that being down is the best reason to go to church, but it came down to me hating to cry in public, and knowing I would cry as soon as I tried to talk to my sister. I'm doing better now, but just barely. The Vansome has made several comments about how quiet I am today. He brought me a white russian and a Hershey bar last night. He said he thought I needed both. He was right.

I called The Boy at 4:00 today, as planned. I also emailed him at 3:30, because I couldn't wait any more. He's doing fine. He sounded great. He sounded like an adult. His first question was to ask how I was holding up. I lied that I was just fine. His biggest problems right now are that he forgot his watch, there is no clock in his room, and there is no fan in the bathroom. The lack of a fan in the bathroom seems to be concerning him most. I advised him to buy a cheap watch and some air freshener at the bookstore.

I'm going out to get a job tomorrow. I'm not calling The Boy again until Tuesday.