I remembered a bit of a dream from last night. I’m glad. It was starting to feel strange that I was no longer remembering any of my dreams. When I walked, the moon was out and surrounded by silvered clouds.
I did exercises after my walk and at the lunch hour. For the fourth day in a row I received no mail. Not even junk mail. After lunch, I began to develop a migraine. I powered through work as it got progressively worse, and then drove to feed my friend’s dog in town.
After that, I medicated myself and had a sketchy dinner. My head still hurts so this one is going to be short. I have been quite aware and conscious that today is 20 months since Ambrose died. It’s possible this is a stress induced migraine. I’m getting closer and closer to two years and it feels so weird. How can it be getting so close to two years without him in this house? I’ve been sad today.
