back to the old grindstone

I'm currently on my lunch break eating, well, I'm not telling you what I'm eating because it's weird even by my standards. No need to further the very correct observation that I'm strange. Anyhow, it's what happens when you have food but none of it matches. Yep. Odd stuff. Okay, there's a sick side of me that wants to tell you what I'm eating, but I think my sane half is pulling through.

It feels strangely like I never left for AK. Work's still here, not too much seemed to have changed. Life goes on. And my heart hurts. I'm not quite at the point of crying, but I'm definitely in poor spirits. Evan's wearing an outfit that is very similar to what Tyler wore on Sunday. And when I realized that, I almost started crying in the bookstore. I left my heart in AK. It doesn't feel like it's still beating in my chest. I keep reminding myself: three more weeks. But it's not just Tyler that I miss. I miss the whole family, and Ketchikan too.

Now is the time for me to press in to God and to focus more. I can't believe the summer's almost over. Where'd it go? It dragged, but now it's gone. Yipes. So I'm going to go to God with my hurting heart and have Him comfort it. He's the only one who can. :)