It’s the crack of dawn. Sleep has been elusive this week – Tim’s out of the hospital (he stayed two extra days, thank god) and … unstable. Some days he sounds close to okay, but then I get messages that I have to call a woman in town, right away (It was midnight) and tell her that her daughter’s body was in a landfill in Chicago.
We’re surviving. This week – a NAMI meeting, see my shrink, write and sew. And survive. I’ll come back and tell you more later – right now I’ve had less than five hours sleep and I’m crashing.
More Christmas stories, please.