Burt was asleep all morning and now all day. His aide and I shared the space, texting and reading on our phones. After an hour and ½ trying to stir him, I decided to make Sunday a respite afternoon.
I went to cast my ballot. Called some of my peeps, enjoyed the crispness of the fall day. I also perversely missed taking care of Burt. Perversely, only in so much as I am often exhausted listening to his theories and confusions.
Obviously, I love him, but this felt a little like guilt, my missing him.
I was doing something I don’t do on Sundays. It felt forbidden.
Don’t get me wrong. It was ever so unplanned. And yes, it was relaxing.
this is our life 