This is a *lot* harder than I thought

Seven hours and forty minutes since last contact.

I went into town to grab a quick lunch, swing by the store and pick up a few items to make the final repairs to the stairs easier, and dang if I didn’t find myself walking back towards her department to say hi. I caught myself though.

After I got the stairs fixed I reached for the phone to send her a text to let her know. Stopped myself.

Now I find myself wondering why she hasn’t called to say anything about it yet, but it is only ninety minutes since she got off work. If she has
to collect the kids it’ll be another thirty or so minutes before she gets there. If she doesn’t have the kids tonight it’s entirely possible she won’t go home at all. She has a few friends that she stays with occasionally if she has a chance.

It’s going to annoy me if I don’t get a phone call or text from her when she notices though. And she’ll have to notice; the step went from very springy to rock solid. We’re talking the difference between a diving board and, say, a sidewalk. I really did a number on that thing. And if the home improvement bug has finally bitten me then I’m going to need a few more tools. For one, a circular saw to start with, this hand sawing crap is for the birds. And maybe a pair of saw horses. I’m thinking part of my difficulty in cutting a straight line with a hand saw is using my bumper as a workbench. Oh! And a power sander for making fine adjustments to the size of a piece. It’s a good think Lowe’s closes as eight or nine…

I’ve got to start losing weight in a serious manner now. My doctor is going to be seriously aggravated if I have gone another three months and not lost anything. All she has to do is glare at me, I’ve got this thing about having authority figures displeased with something I’ve done. It’s probably something a teacher or someone said to me when I was very small and it just stuck.

Eight hours since last contact. This is really hard…