Today sucked. Our accounting system was down at work so I couldn't do any data entry today. By the early late afternoon, I was out of mind with boredom. I had played with the paper on my desk as much as I possibly could. On top of everything, I got to work and realized that I had PMS. Today, I hated the girls that I work with. On good days, I have good reason to hate them, but somehow I usually make it through the day with a smile on my face. I just tried to stay to myself today, but then that meant that I stayed in my head.....which wasn't a pleasant place to be today.

I was arranging the "linen closet" today, as my family always called it. Not sure if that's common or not. :P You know, the closet that you keep the towels, sheets, table cloths, etc in. Anyway, I came across Eomer's favorite afghan. His afghan was pink & burgandy, very loosely knitted, and a wedding present from a coworker. Eomer fell in love with it because he could literally burrow into it. The holes were big enough for him to crawl through. Finally, we quit keeping the afghan over the back of the couch. It was folded neatly in a corner of the den just for our bunky boy.

When he died in November, we simply put it away. I didn't want to wash it then because it was one of the only things left that we had that smelled like him. All these months that the afghan has been in the closet. Today, I took it out to refold it, and as I shook it out, I smelled Eomer. I shooked it out some more and pressed it to my face. I could still smell his musky, ferrrety scent. It made me cry and smile at the same time.