It is almost 1100PM. I am in bed, next to J. We have a movie on, Out Of Africa. It is incredibly depressing. I wonder how I watched as many times as I have without perceiving its bleak and painful outlook.
How in Heaven’s name will I ever be happy? My day was spent preparing brunch for J and me. And the good spirits and cordially was elusive. Her exhaustion ruled the day.
My heart breaks a little more every day.