::sigh::

Today is Sunday.


She leaves on Tuesday (and we go with her, thankfully). Right now she is obsessed with spending time with her friends. She will not do her laundry or pack or organize anything. I have given up on asking, nicely or otherwise. I guess I do get to spend time with her over the next several days, but once we get there, her boyfriend is also on the scene. I know my place.

I talked a wee bit about it during joys and concerns today, got a wee bit watery-eyed as well. I warned everybody that there will be more of that next Sunday. (But thankfully that sermon is done and printed.)

At coffee hour, people were kind. Really kind. Kinder than when the dog died. That really, really, truly surprised me.

And that there is the saddest sentence in this whole post.