Except for the fact that I'm not a crier, on nights like tonight I wish it was within my personality to just crawl up under the covers and cry and sob and carry on. I think that would at least give me something to do.
I have a stuffed head that got me up early this morning and refuses to drain properly and I think I'm getting sick.
I have a friend in the hospital who I am caring for and who is in her last days.
I miss the girls.
And the roof seems to be leaking in the front, and it seems to be an ice dam up there even after I spent 3 hours the other evening on a ladder up to my bare elbows in ice and ice water cleaning it out.
It is so. dang. discouraging.
And as I said, I wish I could go cry.
Might as well go lie down. Maybe if I'm lucky sleep will find me.
Oh, and a PS. for my kids;
Down the road, if and when I am an old man, and I am sick and placed in the hospital and the Doctor reports to you on my illness, for the record I do want to know what is wrong with me, ok? I mean, just respect and love me enough to speak to me the truth, ok?