I never know what day of the week it is anymore. I have no schedule. It will be easier to remember when the kids go back to school.

D and I went out for a bit of lunch and shopping.

We decided on a day date instead of a date night. We’re old and tired. Plus, he still has that covid fatigue.

I bought a few cutesy things while we were on Main Street down in the Saint Charles historic district. I may go to the big Saint Charles Co Library book fair this weekend too, if I can find the energy. I’m in a shopping mood.

D looks sad in the pic because he is sad. We’re both on the struggle bus right now. Living this reality is extremely fucking difficult. We feel robbed. We’re on borrowed time, and even though we know we need to make the most of it, it’s easy to get sucked into depression.

Still, we’re both grateful for this quiet weekend alone. I forgot that he’s traveling again next week, so I need to get in some quality time.