Today is better, but it's still pretty close to the surface. If I think about how much it cheered me up to come home from work and see his light shining underneath his door, I still get a little teary. But these things happen as they should, and I just need a few days to adjust and get used to it. But it's just like I told you it would be. I cleaned up a bit in there, and then I closed the door. I can't go in yet. Maybe in a few days, but not yet.
But here's a couple of pics of Scott in his new digs. I don't see a hint of regret or uncertainty on his face. All is right with the world. And, in a bit, I'll be just fine too.