Chapter 12I can't sleep, and I am not sure why. It is one of those times when the combined weight of all the loose thoughts permit no relaxation. At 3:30 a.m., I kiss Lisa good-bye and tell her I am going to the office. She nods through a fog and then becomes conscious enough to glance at the alarm clock next to the bed.
“What?” she asks as the pieces come together. “Are you filling in for the janitorial crew as well?”
“Yeah, I know it's early, but I have a lot going on and most of it won't leave my head.”
“Okay,” she says, still only half-awake. “Does this change of shift mean you'll make it home for dinner?”
“Yeah, it does. I'll be home by six thirty.”
She nods and then drifts off to sleep.
I sit down in the chair next to the bed and watch her sleep. She really does it beautifully.
