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Third day at the new job, and still not a lot going on for me yet.  The commute took about an hour each way - there on I90 to I294 to the Touhy exit, back via Touhy to Mannheim to Higgins and onto I90, then up 31 (there's road construction right next to the building, so nothing is easy and the traffic is lousy at the best of times.  Which it isn't at any time I'm driving around there).  All those street names that I used to hear on the radio traffic reports all the time, that never meant anything to me, now I'm driving on those roads.  I drive down 31 to get to I90 in the morning and my whole body aches to keep going on 31 down to Elgin, to the shop, to work there with Jerry again.  The shop to which I no longer have working keys, since they've changed the locks, and the shop that's had the remaining equipment cleared out of it by the landlord, since Seamus wasn't around to see the five-day notice he posted in October before legally getting rid of it.  Table saw, spray gun equipment, edge bander, panel saw, all those cans of stain and lacquer, I assume, all those wood samples, the signs in Jerry's handwriting that said "Backs" in the place where I stacked cabinet backs up against a wall when they'd been finished and were waiting to be assembled.  Who knows what else?  I wonder if they threw it all out, didn't bother to find out if it was all worth selling.  I can't imagine what Jerry would have thought.  I don't want to think about that.  And again I wonder, how many times can one heart break?

I spent my lunch break (or the part I actually took - found it hard to stretch it to an hour, but tomorrow I'll try harder) sitting on a bench in front of the office building, eating a sandwich I'd brought in and getting some sun.  There are no windows anywhere near where I sit, so unless I leave the building, I won't see daylight all day.  And it's dark out by the time I leave, now that we've set the clocks back.  Should have gotten an extra hour of sleep Sunday morning, but instead I woke up really early after going to bed really late and couldn't fall back to sleep, even though I was exhausted.

I need to pack for my trip to Alabama.  And yet, I haven't been able to make myself do it.  I'd say "I hate packing," but who doesn't?  Ah well.  I'm only driving to Kentucky on Wednesday, breaking the trip there again as I did in August, so I don't need to leave at the crack of dawn, so I can pack tomorrow evening and Wednesday morning.  Coming back I have a reservation to stop on the Sunday after Thanksgiving about halfway, in Indiana, so I don't have to drive the entire trip on the Monday and then go back to work Tuesday totally wrecked.

I miss my honey.