The house is quiet, it’s lovely. I have a small breeze coming from the window, and while I hurt like he’ll it is peaceful.
I’m working up the energy to load the dishwasher. I need to empty his urinal, and I need to sweep the floors.
I am sitting with a cuppa. It’s amazing how a cup of tea can make everything just okay. Sometimes, a few moments, stolen from the obligations…
I think I will just sit for a few minutes longer. I deserve it.