I called home yesterday and heard Alison's tears. She couldn't describe to me what was wrong, and I had to return to class in two minutes. It was difficult to leave the phone, but as soon as I returned to my seat I knew why. She was lonely. She gets that way after her family leaves. And she's not used to having me gone yet either. For a good bit life was her and I, taking the days to adjust to life with cancer. Now we're transitioning again. And tears mean transition. They also mean that I need to breathe slower.
Is life this crazy for everyone?
I've been working 5:45 AM to 6:45 PM, then studying till 9 PM before I pass out. Today was the test, which I barely passed, so tonight is the first night I had to spend with Ali. I'm working on leaving my current job for another, covering for the guy that covered for me for so long (he needs a good vacation and technically I should be paying for it... he did a lot while I was out). Add to the schedule that I am attending a 40hr Lean/Six Sigma Green-belt course (the test mentioned earlier was not for this), and my schedule equals caffeine and sleep.
Back to my point: Alison's a sweetheart. She had a treat from Sonic for me when I got home today (eat your heart out Michael), and had cleaned the house. She's the ultimate wife, even in poor health. I'm earmarking this page, and coming back to it in order to remind me to try to thank her properly.
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