385 days…

The nights are getting longer.

I *hope* that it will start cooling down here … it may only be 31 degrees here today but the 78% humidity is tiring everyone out.


I just realised that my birthday is next week.

I just don’t want it at all.

I’m not interested in it.

I don’t want cake.

I don’t want presents.

I just wish it would slip by un-noticed.

But I know Mum and the kids won’t let that happen.

I think I may be feeling so down because a) Mum is away until Saturday and b) GC is still here (although we have only talked about the mundane to save on arguments).

I want my old life back.

I want *our* old life back.

…and I just can’t make that happen.

I miss you.

I love you.