It’s been 17 days since The David left for his mountain climbing expedition and 14 since the last time we spoke on the phone. There are still (at least)* 14 more days to go.
And it sucks.
I am wallowing in a big sadly fug.
There are plenty of activities on my dance card, and I had thought that that would see me through alright, but I’m starting to wish that I didn’t have any of those things to do so I could just curl up at home and suffer quietly, alone.
Here’s a list of what seems like the best possible way to get through the remaining forever:
1. Potato chips (varying flavors)
2. 9 or 10 hours of sleeping a night
3. Samoas
4. Special Edition Samoas Ice Cream
5. Pyjama pants
So, it’s going well, right?
*There’s a once a day satellite uploaded audio cast from the group on this expedition and the last one made it sound like they might not be coming back on time.
margaret edith 