Still here, still there
I am eating leftover-wok-something and it is only because I sleep in a t-shirt that I am not wearing my pajamas. My body has collapsed. My throat is killing me and my head is too heavy to carry around on my shoulders.
I still have a job. Today is day one. Yesterday at 9am the content of my letter was positive. For three of my colleagues it wasn’t.
I slept 11 hours last night. That’s a lot when you have a child. In this household it’s miraculous, and naturally it wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for J stepping in and allowing me to.
I need to sleep some more, to get – and to feel – better. I need to not think about yesterday the second I close my eyes.
If you crossed your fingers, thank you. It meant the world to me.