I'm having one of those days. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it. I don't feel as though I fit inside my skin, and I can't make up my mind on anything: what to eat, what to do, where to go... I feel as if I'm in a daze, going through the motions of any other normal day, but there's something missing, some key ingredient that makes me present. It's an odd feeling. Not depressed, I don't think. Not sad, not melancholy, not bored, not angry, more than indecisive. Listless maybe? I don't know.
Eric leaves tonight with Dad on their week-long hunt. It'll be a tough nine days, for sure. I miss him horribly when he's gone. And my sleeping pattern gets all out of whack. When he's not here I have to sleep with the lights on, and force myself to stay up as late as I can because I don't want to go to bed without him. It's also a strain on my patience, since he isn't here to help me out with Caleb in the evenings.
But these things aside, I am so excited for him to have this opportunity. He really seems to love hunting, and loves hiking around in the forest. My manly mountain man, bringing home the bacon. He's been waiting for this since he got home from his hunt with Dad last September. He'll have a great time, and that's worth a few sleepless nights to me.
Caleb and I spent the morning at the Library!, one of our favorite places. Traffic was pretty crazy though, due to Art in the Park going on across the way. Mom and I are planning on going Sunday, and I can't wait. It's one of my favorite things about this city. Then this afternoon after eating lunch, we watched Because of Winn-Dixie. It was pretty adorable. But then, you really can't go wrong with anything Kate DiCamillo has written; she never fails to touch my heart in some profound way.
Caleb is napping now, and I am going to curl up with a book and relax a bit before Eric gets home. I'm not looking forward to saying goodbye tonight. It's going to be a tough one, I think.