Day of rest.

I know, I know. It's me again.

Today was my day off. My last day off before Mark leaves. That's a week from today. He told me last night, just before my day off. Worked out well. I didn't have to force myself out of bed this morning to go to work, nor did I need to put on a fake smile for my guests.

Next week, my day off will be on Wednesday, the day after he leaves. Perfect timing.

You'd almost think that I enjoy all this drama. It's fuel for writing and a good reason to get in tune with my inner thoughts and desires. I haven't bothered to even pretend to be ok today. I hope I will have the motivation to tomorrow.

It's funny. When I first blogged about the possibility of Mark leaving, everybody started feeling sorry for me, telling me everything would be alright. Mark laughed about it saying "Hello... I'm still here!"

Scott talked to us briefly the night before. He said something about feeling the winds of change and pointed out how our social group would be so different without him. Whether he knows it or not, he ties us all together. I'm not going to be the only one who will miss him. That's comforting.

It's just strange how there was so much foreshadowing. We all saw this coming. I suppose that should just be confirmation that it is the right thing for Mark to do.

Everything will work out eventually. Give it a few months. In the meantime, I'm going to see what I can do to get a huge hat to wear to work from now on.