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the final saturday Actually yesterday was much busier than what I talked about in the entry. All of the details slipped away by the time that I got around to writing them down. Most of my energy had been used during the day and nothing was left by the end of it. Falling asleep on the couch didn't help either. Music cds went into boxes today while the television droned on in the background. Ever so slowly there is less and less of me left in the open. I know that that is a good sign, but it still feels odd and going through my stuff slows me down. I mean I looked at almost every other cd as I put it into the box and remembered why I bought it. ... Ann seemed to like the birthday card that I had gotten for her. As for a gift I couldn't think of one this year. Oh, I had said that I would take her to a play on Sunday, but I have a feeling that she might not go. Something almost always seems to happen that stops her. Maybe it will be different this time. I'll have my answer on Sunday. Friday night at work wasn't exactly a fun time for her. A major product that we offer our customers wasn't working properly and took hours to fix. What this meant is that Ann had to work harder than she has in weeks at work instead of relaxing on her birthday. Things had settled down by five in the morning, but it wasn't the kind of Friday night that I had wanted to have either.
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