Curmudgeon start

Nothing like waking up to 'we're an American band' blaring you up at 6 A.M., after having been woken up at 2 A.M. by the 18 year old- did I mention he hasn't left yet for his gap year? - calling about something, that I can't even remember. Ah well, off to the local pool for daily lap swimming, and more fun- the aerobics class is deep into 'La bamba', Springsteen, etc. My spiritual repast is ruined....bitch, bitch, moan moan. Did I mention that a week from today we will officially be 'empty nesters'? No, probably not yet, because frankly, I am mostly deep in pre-grief anxiety. I'm no where near 'it'll get better' lines, it is only getting worse.