It’s been a rough week. Nitty-gritty things at work and burying J’s grandmother yesterday. Right now my husband sleeps in the bedroom, exhausted by this week’s emotional rollercoaster and working in the living room. I can’t bring myself to wake him up even though he asked to only sleep half an hour.
Within half an hour I’ll cook us pasta for dinner, we’ll eat quietly and I’ll work at the computer for an hour. By 9 I’m hoping to be in bed. I don’t have any hopes of reading. I just want to close my eyes, let the quiet surround me and fall asleep.