I slept earlier on Saturday night. Then I awoke, watched some TV with J. I came downstairs to fix J’s lunch. I fixed some cream cheese and olive spread. She likes that. Now I sit here, World War II documentaries on YouTube, pondering, wanting to cry for no particular reason.
I’m going to bed.
At the risk of sounding like a cliche….I feel ya.
And now I’M going to bed.