I written about the notes before, the post-it notes that he leaves on the stairs for me to find in the wee small hours when I am awake (and invariably fretting) and he is asleep. They are mini pep-talks, expressions of love and a snapshot of the weather. I love them. They are my solace in those dark, solitary hours. I use post-its too, for those thoughts that come post-writing. Yellow squares. Just like in his old office. Yellow squares everywhere.
