It's way too early in the morning to be up and around (6 a.m., but I have been up for an hour already), but here I sit at the computer with Loosy the Love Cat on my lap purring away as if it were 9 a.m. and the day just starting.
I noticed that ChaliceChick was awake at 1 a.m. when I checked out my favorites a few minutes ago, watching Keith Olbermann. And Juffie snuck in a post last night when I wasn't looking, as had Miss Kitty way down in Georgia. Thanks, ladies, for my early morning blog fix!
Early mornings are actually a pleasure for me, but they have their inconveniences as well. For example, it was too early for the South Whidbey Record to appear in the paper box, so I will have to tromp down again in a little while to get my local news.
I woke up feeling sad about my friend and hoping to find a message from her that expressed her desire to stay connected. But it hasn't come and I half-expect that it won't, that she didn't like my asking her why she'd never told me that she was angry so that I could do something about it or at least offer an explanation of my actions. Instead, she just slammed the metaphorical door in my face.
It's not just saying goodbye to the friendship that bothers me; it's the way it has happened, the helplessness of not being able to save it, the knowledge that she has talked about me with other friends and remarked in her note that they all say I've treated them the same way. WHAT? To the best of my knowledge, I haven't treated anyone badly. But I have changed, my priorities had to change when I moved away and began a new life, and, as Faded said yesterday in a comment, people are uncomfortable with changes.
Of course, it could happen that I'll get a message from her today and everything will turn out well. But right now I'm in early morning rain.