The countdown

This will be my last week in the office here in Savannah.

I don't officially move for a couple of weeks but I've got a ton of stuff to do to get ready for it. I've already done quite a bit but I have a ways to go. Most of what I have to do involves throwing stuff away.

I'm a little sad, leaving the office. I've gone to work in that building for almost 25 years--something I would have thought was impossible when I first moved here. The longest I'd had a job before was a year and a half. Hopefully I'll be working this one long enough to retire.

I've said before that it's probably time to leave Savannah anyway. All of my friends have moved on and I think I've pretty much gotten everything from this town I can get. Time to see what a different area can give me.

Yes, I still feel Atari's prescence all the time. I think I'm gradually moving into a place where I can accept that he's gone but I still miss him and the pain is still almost inconceivable. Maybe a little less inconceivable than before, though, if that makes any sense.

The last stage of grief, I've heard, is acceptance. I'm not there yet. Hopefully I will be soon.

In the mean time, I still miss you, Big Silly mutt.