Anticipatory grief

In our little cabin all my clothes are arranged in neat stacks on the top bunk on my side of the bedroom. When we unpacked last Friday morning, I happily counted out nine pairs of socks and placed them on the front edge of the mattress. Nine pairs of socks ... nine mornings. That little cache has been shrinking by the day; I'm down to just two pairs as of a couple hours ago. Sigh ...

After we finished our breakfast of oatmeal and (the best) rye toast, we made our reservations for next June. Now, maybe I can put that dwindling sock stock out of my mind and enjoy THIS gift of a day.