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distraction

I've had a long day of distraction. November 6th (35 years) ago I gave birth to my first born son. I celebrated his 'birthday' by carrying on as usual. I went to work and read. I fed the cat and played a game. I filled up the gas tank and watched television. (The fact that this list isn't written in any order shows somewhat the level to which I am distracted.) I have tried to recount my routine in some kind of order, but have found it easier to let the list tumble out as if my thoughts are Yatzee dice thrown from a cup. Let them land as they will.

Time for bed, past time actually. I am more tired than usual. Tomorrow, I work from noon until after six pm.

I hope to have more energy and less emotional/mental distraction. It could happen. I find myself thinking of my son often, but birthdays and such find me dwelling on his absence and on how much I miss him.