Days 19 & 20 – good night and good morning
It was arctic outside and it was dark and my finger tips felt like frosted twigs and I heard a man cry out “A warm bed – all I want is a warm bed for the night. Is that too much to ask?“
And I don’t know if he was talking to the voices in his head or if it was a plea to God or if it was a message pointed directly at me to remind me that, even on my shitty days, things could be shittier. Things could always be shittier.
I don’t know what I would have done without you this past week. Thanks for doing that magical thing you do.
(I know my dear husband would say “It’s not magic darling, it’s caffeine”, but don’t listen to him, he’s a non believer.)
I love you.