We talk about my not getting enough sleep. I cry, as always these days. It is connected, I know. There is just so much I want to achieve, to get done. More work comes in and I am oh so grateful but I fret about deadlines about getting it all done and well enough. It does get done and I do it well, as well as I may with what I have. It’s not as bad as you think, he says. And I know it isn’t. It is lovely, beautiful at times. And we have such a nice time together, he and I. What kindness there is. So we shall try it, incrementally. Not yet. Not yet. He knows not to push me. Too hard. I will do it. I will try. To get rest. Blessed rest.