I’ve got a question for Friday the 13th, which is today. Where was it during the Friday a month ago, the day my wife and stepdaughter left? I’m assuming today can’t be worse, but it’s not starting out great. I’m not saying TGIF this morning, so much as I will be by the end of this day.

This whole week has been a struggle getting back to reality and I haven’t been sleeping well, which means I’ve been consuming more Pepsi during the day, which is counteracting the exercise I’ve gotten.

Last night I had a dream that made me physically cry, something that’s never happened before, confirming this is the worst emotional trauma I’ve ever been through. I have some intense dreams, mind you, but as intense as the emotions are within, they never translate to the real world.

Yet last night I dreamed that my wife had told me they were leaving in advance, which I had always assumed would have been a better situation. In the dream I hugged her and held her close until I began to cry because I knew there was nothing I could do to stop the inevitable. When I awoke, I wished I hadn’t remembered it. It wasn’t a great start to the day.