Wow, weird! I don’t remember what I dreamed. I guess that’s good. I went to bed before 9:00 and made Frank and Kathleen go, as well.
It’s raining here. The cats are pouting. I’m getting out my Advent candles, for which we waited in line yesterday, and trying to feel chipper.
No rain here for today but overcast and dismal is the forecast.
I need to get my Nativities out, but before I can put them up, I need to remove things, like photos. The little half-size bookcases I bought, which FS was supposed to assemble, are still in their boxes.
He was also going to make me a cover for the top of the stove so I have more “counter” space, but that hasn’t happened. I’m not asking him for anything else. I’ve been here 13 months and feel no closer to him than the day I got here.
Anyway. This is Sunday, and I have a ride, though I really don’t feel up to it. I’ll see how I feel when I get out of the shower. My big fear at the moment is a “minor” relapse, and if I don’t give in to it, it will become another major one.