Good morning all you party people. Welcome to Thursday. Normally I’d be all excited about the upcoming weekend.
Not this time. I don’t want Saturday to arrive.
Last night we went over to a friends for dinner. BossLady cooked. She’s a pretty good cook, considering I don’t see her eat very often, and when she does – she uses the microwave.
Then I dropped off Crystal at the Flat, and then dropped off the truck at Shady Acres, and walked home.
Don’t make her leave, please
I took the afternoon off from work. She said I didn’t have to, but no one should be sick by themselves. I ate two bites of my ramen, and walked back to work to tell BossLady that I’d see her next week.
Stopped at the store, grabbed some crackers, and a ginger ale for Crystal.
She took another rapid COVID test – negative.
She’s sleeping beside me as I wash her clothes.
I texted mom saying that we’d probably not come by for dinner tonight.
I don’t want want her to be sick.
I don’t want her to leave.
I’m so very very close to tears.
I wish I could say “please don’t go. I don’t know if I can live alone again. These 5 weeks have been the first 5 weeks of not feeling alone.”
I don’t want to be by myself again.
I’m scared of the silence to come.
I hope you get feeling better.
I love you so much.