It’s cold out, for where we live–46 degrees right now. I know, cry you a river…but it’s chilly. And it’s raining, hard–downpours since yesterday morning.
GB’s alarm went off at 6:30, like it usually does. He’s not feeling well–he’s been fighting off a bug for the past few days, and he’s been waking up tired and feeling sick.
He got dressed and left for work.
I am seriously considering going back to bed. I slept like crap, woke up all night, had intense, fucked-up dreams, and I’m sleepy. And also, not so much motivated on the writing.
But I feel so guilty going back to bed when GB is up and out and driving in this crap….
I know. My guilt will not make him feel better. Okay. I’m going back to bed.