THAT'S HOW IT IS. in Postcards 4

2017 Portland: We cough together.

I worry. He coughs. I sort of sleep getting up every two some hours. He coughs and gets up every few minutes. We try everything to send sleep his way. One night he sat in Grandpa Gunthorp’s chair in the bedroom, and put his head on the bed. He slept better that night than any other night. I wake and pretend to sleep. He doesn’t want any suggestions.
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• Himself: Friday he worked half a day. Today he worked the whole day. He at well.


• Myself: Up very late. He thinks sleep is healing. Read blogs. Started Laundry, Found one hairdresser open who cut my hair really, really short, picked up cleaning, and grocery shopped.


• Photo: Milaka or Sahara, Portland OR>


• Reading: New to me author: Matthew Quirk, “The Night Agent.” I was almost put off reading it by the prologue.


• Gratitude’s: Laundry done, dishes done, dinner done.