I really dont like mini golf.

I would like to share a bit about the weekend I had. It was exactly the definition of bittersweet, I think. I booked Saturday off work, and I spent three excellent days with John-Mark completely uninterrupted by work or school. We moved all of his things to my place, scrubbed down his old place, discovered a new park to go for walks in, we shopped for and bought our wedding bands, went for a nice dinner, bought some interesting clearance books, changed our wiper blades, checked our tire pressure, changed the oil and the engine coolant in the van, and just hung out. It was excellent. The bitter part came on Monday morning, because John-Mark drove home to Alberta until the end-ish of July. I have been feeling pretty alone here all by myself, but I have certainly been blessed with good phone calls from good friends and a very enjoyable time with the girls this evening. On Monday I begin my new job, which also means working 55 hours a week between that and the church. 56 if you count that I will also be tutoring a 4th grade boy starting next week. But my weekends will be free, so if you need someone to hang out with..... I am a little lonely and desperate. I may even feel like mini golf. But maybe not.