Still up in the wee hours

Life changes so quickly, in good, sad, tragic, or happy ways of course.

Shortly after I wrote this post about my perhaps completely crazy decision to work a night or two a week overnight at a nearby coffee place, I suddenly got a lot more work to write content for business websites. The web designer I write for hadn't had work for me much over the summer (probably a good thing given I was in the trenches of dealing with babyloss) so I decided if I wasn't sleeping anyway I'd go out and work a little bit.

Well, I gave my notice two weeks ago. I'm sad to leave those lovely women I worked with those nights for a few months. I really am. They were so nice and kind when I needed to be around supportive women. I had time to grieve as I went about the work in the quiet of the night and they let me be. They asked about George and his story, and I am so full of gratitude for their compassion.

Oh, and the zany car of mean-spirited women I'd written about? They did come through the drive through another time before my final shift. I didn't have the intestinal fortitude to ask what had happened after they'd enraged the man behind them in the line-up that one night and he took off with screeching tires and blaring horn after them....but they were as meek and kind as painted up kittens on that subsequent visit (that's catty of me to say - hah - intentional pun - I'm lame, I know). No monkeying around with their order, no insulting remarks, no adding to the order at the window. Interesting the paths that cross in life sometimes.

I have more work, it seems like more coming in the months ahead, and just today accepted an editing job for a wonderful friend who is doing PhD work. So I'll still no doubt be up in the wee hours, working when I'm not remembering or thinking about my George. I'm thankful for the diversion and the added income. And being able to work from home of course.