My progeny have left for 2 weeks. The first day is really hard. I feel so unmoored when they leave at first. Then gradually I get up and start finding my own rythmn. I’m still in the finding my own rythmn fight now. Cooking foods I like. The house stays clean, and quiet. Sometimes way too quiet.

I’m on day three of Efudex and nothing has shown up yet. I know it will, just later than I wanted it to, because it means that the treatment will take longer. But it will take what it takes. And I’ll still be here.

The airport was horrible. And I behaved badly. I’m PMSing and it makes me not very nice. I hope to sleep better tonight and then get in a good peaceful day of work tomorrow.