I had two dreams about Adam this week. Not long ones, but he was clearly there.
I went on the radio yesterday morning to talk about the Walk, and almost was late because the battery in Adam's watch that I wear everyday died.
Monday evening I totally spaced out the Suicide Support Group. I had offered to pick up the pottery projects at the Park office that were fired and totally forgot that when I dropped off the banners for the Walk on my lunch that afternoon. So two fails on that.
I'm fretting and stewing about the weather Saturday which I totally can't control. Hoping for a good event in spite of the weather.
When I went to pick up my watch battery, the song Africa came on. That's my anthem for Adam.