Trying to explain the funny sleeping pattern I've gotten into lately, as well as the bouts of emotion. Sure, I know it's just gone 14 months. And this morning it hit me. Planned on having the day off anyway, suns out and there's still one or two things I need to do after Friday's bank meeting.
Just goes to show how much you can loose the plot. I had it in my mind that today was 2 years since Jules went in for the second op. I even went and said that to someone. Which, of course, it isn't.
It does mean, though, that I've been alone in this house for nearly 2 years now. Well, okay, not technically, there's a cat living here too, although not for much longer if he keeps up with putting his paws on the keyboard, and face in my face.
