After washing some dishes this morning, I forgot to put my rings back on my fingers. It's amazing how disoriented I feel not have my wedding ring on my finger. The ring on my right hand is a silver interlocking triple band bought on our first trip together in Mexico. I feel like people are looking at me funny. It also feels odd to type this without the reassuring weight of my wedding ring on my left hand.
I find that I apparently 'fiddle' with my rings quite often. This is going to be a long day. The most important object I possess is not with me at work to day. I left a note for Nancy this morning, telling her I love her, with the hope her day goes well. Yet I feel ashamed that I'm letting her down today.
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