I woke up Monday morning with a fever. A doozy of a fever; not all that high, but one of those incapacitating dry-heat types of fever. The kind that leaves you torpid of thought but not of body.
Still, I slept all day, woke up late in the afternoon feeling not at all refreshed. The opposite, in fact: exhausted, stale, unguarded.
Not the best time to have a heavy and deep discussion with your partner about your relationship, and, at the same time probably the only time to have that kind of discussion.
It’s been a rough day, but I’m not unraveled. I’m pretty sure that Sam is not unraveled. Our relationship is far from unraveled.
But we have the world. And time enough.