Tuesday, Rough Days

Capt. S passed on at roughly ten-thirty last night.

Beloved is likely to need me, and it's my job to be the support for her. Things may be off-schedule as a direct result. She's taking some leave in order to deal with everything.

I might be cancelling or delaying stuff in order to help out. I thank you for your patience with me during this difficult time.

Her stress is my stress too.

I shall try to get everything done today. I might miss something somewhere. I might end up hugging my Beloved all day.

The cruel world spins on.