Grueling Pace

It's Sunday night and I'm working.  I'm writing up a section for a big annual report.  It was due Thursday at 5pm.  At the last minute I had to present on Thursday afternoon and then do another presentation on Friday morning, so this got pushed back to now.  I just want to finish it.  It's the last little bit and then I get a break from the grueling pace for a few days.  Whenever I think about 'grueling pace' I'm reminded of playing Oregon Trail in the 4th grade- when you could set the pace of your settlers.  Grueling pace was an option to get them there faster, but it also meant they were susceptible to illness and accidents.  My grueling pace has been working in the office all day, running home to take Scooter out, eating a quick dinner and then working on data until about 3 or 4 am, sleeping a few hours, shower, take Scooter out, go to work.  Exhausted!  I just have to get this little bit done tonight and then tomorrow finish up on some data. 

I did take a break yesterday to go out with a friend.  We had margaritas, went to see a roller derby game, and had Thai food.  It was just what I needed!  A little break and back to the salt mines.  Okay, and I did take another beak today to take Scooter to the dog park. 

Amidst the busyness, if I'm completely honest, I do still miss K.  It's like a bruise.  I think about him and see how much I hurt.  I'm still sore, but mostly, I'm okay.  The anger and sadness are still there, but not nearly as painful as at the beginning, or even three months ago.  As trite as it sounds, time does make it hurt less. I don't think the hurt will ever go completely away, but thinking about him doesn't cause me so much hurt that I stop breathing. 

Life goes on.