I watched Catch and Release the other night and got freaked out enough by the concept of suddenly losing my partner to call up the lodge where Clive is staying to make sure they checked in several days earlier. I haven’t heard from him since Friday afternoon, which is pretty out of character of him, and I wanted to make sure that they didn’t swerve off the road trying to avoid hitting a deer and were both laying unconscious down a ravine. Or worse.
Yes, this is how my mind works; it always has. I remember waiting in the car while my mom went to the bank as a child, and if she took longer than what I thought she should have, my mind immediately went into morbid fantasy mode where there was a bank robber and she’d been shot. I always picture the worst case scenario. I wish I wouldn’t- worrying is not good.
Anyway, he checked in and I’m told they are catching lots of fish. I still haven’t spoken to him. I hope he’s having a good time, but I’m not going to deny my loneliness! I took a walk after work and enjoyed the sunshine- it’s been beautiful lately.
