I had a shit day at work. A shit drive to the hospital. A shit drive home. And I’ll probably have a shit sleep. Since moving in with Michael back in November, this is the longest we’ve been apart, and it’s not even a week yet. Fucking hell. Sleeping with a wheat bag helps me doze off but it’s not enough to keep me asleep. I still wake up every night and roll over to instinctively cuddle him but he’s not there.
Fuck it. I’m going to have my regular 9pm cup of tea and then try to get some sleep. I shouldn’t complain. He’s having a harder time than I am. Poor guy.