The weather outside looks beautiful, almost summer like. The sun is calling me and I can hear the whole neighborhood coming to life just outside my windows but as much as I’d love to join them my wife and I are staying in today. She’s still so sickly I can’t allow her anything but rest and I am so worried about her I can’t allow even a moment away in case she gets any worse.
It’s ok though. I have all the windows open to air the place out and give her some fresh air. I’m nodding off on the couch and for the moment it feels like nothing in the world is important, pressing, or worrisome. I have nothing I have to do and nothing I want to do but this. Nothing else even exists, nothing but us, the sun, and time. I think Saturdays are my favorite days now.