It's been one of those prototypical Mondays. Things keep going wrong, I've eaten too much chocolate, and I've cried in the bathroom (just once! Jeez!). But like a wise, wise woman said (to me about an hour ago), it's :13 pm, and this (no good, rotten) day cannot go on forever.
I'm willing myself to ignore the self-induced stomachache and instead think about today, at 5:18 AM, laying in the quiet of early morning, enjoying one last cuddle with Mike before he got up to get ready for work, saying, "I'll miss you so much these next two days," and hearing it back.