It's been over a month since he passed away now, and I miss him terribly. It feels like a major part of who I am has been torn away and the sadness is only just under the surface at all times. Now, though, I'm deep in the mundane.
A lot of housework doesn't get done when you're away from home every weekend for nine months. I'm slowly catching up again. My study, for example, is beginning to look like somewhere I could actually spend time writing in again, which is kinda important to me. I've been spending the morning tidying it up but have now got horribly distracted. Ah, well.
"Why 'Falling Towards 30'?" I hear you ask. Not a hard one to answer, that. On Tuesday, I turn 30. 2001's been an interesting year: my brother got married, my father died and now I'm about to enter my fourth decade.
No time to think about that. Back to cleaning for me.