Just coming out of the week from hell. It's Midterm week at school, my day job is on overdrive, I joined a young widows support group Wednesday night and today is the 71st annual St. Patrick's Day Parade in Huntington. Not to mention the start of March Madness tonight (I run a small competition among friends every year). And I've been hit by a bug or the worst case of allergies on record. Today's the first day since Wednesday that I've been able to go more than a few minutes without blowing my nose. Lovely image, I know.

But I had a bit of an epiphany yesterday. I've been procrastinating on things -- house cleaning, bill paying, moving Kevin's things -- always with this vague sense that there'll be time to deal with it later. But the reality is Kevin was always there to give me a subtle - sometimes not so subtle - push when I started to fall behind. He was always there to pick me up and help me get focused again. He's not here to do that anymore and I have to start doing that for myself. Which isn't as bad as it sounds at first. I think I miss him more on days with major sporting events - the Super Bowl, Selection Sunday - than I do on holidays or anniversaries. You might think it's weird but that's the way it is. Opening Day of baseball season will likely never mean the same thing for me - spring, warm days, hanging out, baseball with Kevin.