Riding back with complex emotions at 2:30am, a kiss on the cheek that made me cry because it was so perfect; made me feel so loved. And I honestly missed him for those few hours that they were wiring him with white, sterile-smelling paste that didn't let him sleep. Sweet...

and today, homework that I don't want to do but is hard to get out of. It's only the second week. To skip now would *be* weak. I can forego philosophy and read it later, since we are not held personally accountable in class, unless he keeps track of how often we speak. And all these other small tasks that won't get done today--living is hard to get done. I am almost out of toothpaste, and booking flights is a hassle.

There might be too much for me, but I might hit my stride and find a way to fit everything in. More microwavable food will definitely help.