The morning after the day before.

I’m jealous. Richard says he can’t remember much about yesterday. Lucky bastard, I remember way too much.

I just close my eyes and put my hands over my ears and say over and over, “It will get better, it will get better, it will get better…”

No surprise, Richard is sleeping right now. He is better than yesterday in that he is communicating more precisely. Or maybe it is just that I am taking charge more decisively. That isn’t my style, but sometimes it needs to be done.