It's Day 4 of no husband. The police say they still don't know where he is. They tried the hotel where they thought he was but he didn't check in--no one with his name or description. No one fitting his description has been brought into a hospital or arrested.
So either: 1. he's dead, 2. he's not dead and is living/staying somewhere.
I keep having to convince myself that it's probably the latter. I'm still moving forward with my apartment. Got my list of things to do.
Will work on novel this afternoon. Then maybe make a loaf of bread? Get out and see a movie? I don't know.
There's been heavy rain this morning and the flood sirens have sounded. I know it sounds really strange but I hope I'm able to get to work tomorrow! I need the distraction of my clients...
Thanks for listening.