I can come home now, please?
I am so tired, so worn out, so spent, so – it feels – cut off and adrift from everything – almost everything – that keeps me sane and happy in everyday life.
And so I just cling tightly to my baby – my one little beacon of joy and light through these dismal days – and wait for tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I’ll be home.
Thank you all so, so much for, you know, everything. I haven’t been able to access all the comments and tweets and messages, but I know that they’re there, and I’ll respond as soon as I can. In the meantime: THANK YOU. It has made all the difference.