I found this poem about love being our salvation (and not) from April. It’s true. Love can’t stop the heartache, but we need it to just “keep on keepin’ on.”
Today, Burt had no problem letting me go. He called to check when and where we would meet later. Very agreeable.
Last night, my early to bed program was hoist on its own petard as it were. My fault.
I started him writing a weekend schedule late in our evening.
As with all things Burt, it took way longer than the few minutes it could have. There was checking and rewriting. I was sad to see that his scribbles made no sense.
Finally, I called “time” and was able to get us resituated in the bedroom. Night meds and the hope of sleep were before us, I hoped.
Burt was wound up.
He took the bedtime pills but just kept talking.
I lay down earlier than I had planned in the expectation that we would soon be asleep.
I don’t know where he gets all that juiced energy!
this is our life 