Today I looked at the boy all stretched out on the couch (in full recovery mode from last night's events!) and I said, "man, next week is my last full week of work."
"How does that feel?" - he said
"Really weird" - me - "Not scared or sad, just really weird"
"It's pretty heavy" - the boy, confirming my feelings, and making me feel not alone
"yeah. shoooosh" - me, heavy sighs
It's weird alright. I'm still not stressed out by it, I'm not scared, I'm not worried. I'm sort of dropping into this old fog I used to be in. Not sure what direction I really want to go in, not sure I want to think about it. One thing I am sure about is that I want to be tanner. See? Not really thinking much about the situation.