Need To Go Home

I've been gone for two nights. Sean is home alone. I haven't been able to reach him by phone. I've got some scenarios in my head that would be better if they weren't there. I talked to him the first day I was gone. Now I don't know what he is doing or where he is. I don't like that feeling. He started work at the Dominoes down the road, but had an interview at the 99 Restaurant in Norwich yesterday. I'm going to go ahead and assume that he got the job at 99, which was his preference, and started immediately, and that is why I couldn't reach him during the day or night yesterday. And now he's tired, in bed sound asleep. Thats why he's not answering my several calls on the phone this morning. He hears nothing when he's sound asleep. And that is the scenario I'm going to keep in my head so I can function the rest of the day.

I got out of bed this morning and couldn't put weight on my right side. My sacroilliac (?) is getting worse. This is a self diagnosis. It just fits to everything I read since PT suggested that was the problem. I think I should see the doc about this.

I'm not staying at my usual hotel here. That one was booked. So am at Comfort Inn. It is a lonely place. A five story building, it sits by itself and sports a parking lot that is rather unkempt with grass growing in cracks, on a large lot, like other buildings were, or should be here as well. It is on part of a busy boulevard that seems like a connection between somewhere good and somewhere else good, but there is nothing here. Its a little spooky.

I treated myself to dinner in a popular restaurant last night...one I'd been to on previous trips throughout the years. But this time I was alone. I've never sat in a restaurant and eaten by myself. A first! I had potato crusted salmon that was perfectly done and delicious, and their salad bar is one of the best ever. Since it is situated on the Piscataqua River, I was able to sit by a window and watch the water. That is the difficult part of eating alone at a restaurant for me - where my eyes should go. I have a strong tendency to stare and watch people when I am in public and have gotten some pretty nasty and annoyed looks back. I just can't help myself and don't even realize I'm doing it half the time. Even as a child I did it. My mother would constantly say "Elf, stop gawking". So what are we supposed to look at? The floor? When people are in a public forum, everyone is fair game. Right?

Having difficulty falling asleep last night, per usual when I am away, I opened the curtains and laid sideways on the queen sized bed so I could look out at the moon. I watched as the lights of the cars passed, going somewhere good from somewhere good. I did fall asleep.

I've been watching "Coupling" a British sitcom fashioned after "Friends", on netflix. (V, I finally spelled it right). It differs from friends in the fact that it is very sexual, and lots of clever plays on words. I laughed out loud at a few parts.

This morning I will stop at my site and drive back to the office. Am not looking forward to the drive. Tomorrow I must go to Newport. One thing about being on the road so often, it makes the time fly. Tomorrow is the cherished Friday. I can't believe it's almost here already. The earlier days of this week seems a blur to me.

Maybe I want to go straight home. I think I do. I don't want to go over the bridge into Kittery to check my sites. They are fine. I want to check on Sean, who I'm only assuming is fine. I'm not comfortable with a simple assumption, I NEED to know.

Peace