Forgive Me?

I'm concerned because it's a billing cycle and my assistant isn't feeling well enough to do the work needed.  By work needed, I mean sending me the list of billable hours.

Also, honestly, I miss my boy.  I should think that by now I'd be over it, but I'm not.  I don't want to go there; he certainly doesn't want to come here, but I'm tired every morning of waking up, rolling over, and finding that I'm in bed alone again.

So tomorrow I will do everything in my power to distract myself:  work for clients, bill clients, file paperwork, harass Momma, and then come home and take a deep breath.

PS - Momma and Dad's anniversary is Thursday.  Forty-nine years.  Wow.