I can't even imagine what the look on my face must have been to make the woman in the laundry room apologize so profusely for doing something as simple as loading her dirty clothes into the washer. Even Seth can't read my mind all the time. There's no way a woman that lives two floors below me and only sees me once every few weeks could have known that at exactly 4:47 p.m. Monday afternoon I would come home and want to do my laundry at that exact moment.
My best friend Jim is in what he calls stage 3 crazy mode as he completes his finals week in his first year of graduate school at the University of Minnesota.
I think that puts me somewhere between stage 46 and 47 crazy mode as the minutes slowly tick by until I get to see my Southern Charmer again. My minor moment of extreme emotion for my dirty towels yesterday is only the tip of the iceberg.
I can't concentrate. Can't blog. Can't sleep. Can't even find anything in my cupboards I want to eat other than an obscene amount of gummi bears (although that may be my cupboard's fault). My head and my heart are stuck on repeat, and all I can think about is touching down in Raleigh at 7:25 p.m. Thursday evening for a few precious days with Seth.
It's interesting when your life feels like you spend half your time waiting to move from point A to point B. Pass the gummi bears.
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