The weekend progresses

I was terrified facing the weekend.
No Geni or Leonnie, and empty hours and house.
It is now near Saturday evening and it is not that much different to a normal Saturday, as it has been.

I arose.
I spoke with Mum and Tess.
I walked for an hour and brought back some bleach.
I asked to meet and talk with Tony, and we successfully had a conversation without blaming one or the other.

And he went again.
And I cried until I fell asleep.

But there is more happening than my drama. I want to thank lermie for the stiff scotch he drank on my behalf and Chaz for just the right reminder at just the right time. I want to thank Jenny for the phone call checking up on me and Lori for her daily support and a whole list of other ( YOU know who you are Shannon, Diane, Lou, Tracy, Dianne and Bobby as well as Charmie ) who are holding up the corners of all I am.

I dozed for a few ours and the night now stretches before me.
Tess will ring the hospital at 7pm and if there is a bed available will book in and have a gel pessary, in the hopes of bringing the birth on. If nothing has happened before morning she will have her waters broken, so we look forward to meeting Abigail this weekend.

Life goes on.
So do I.