Despite my promise to James that we’d talk, that didn’t happen. After I paid the bill, he hustled us into the car, took us through the drive-thru—although at least he let me pay—and we were home before I blinked.
The fatigue was really wearing me down.
We got home and ate lunch quietly. I managed half of mine before I ran out of steam. Then, unsurprisingly, James took control.
"Look. I"ll just hang out here for the rest of the day, okay? Widget can get used to me working on my computer. You can nap if you like. Go. I"ll wake you at five, and we can have some dinner.”
Before I got a chance to answer, he had Widget out the door for her walk.
Since exhaustion was already pulling me under, I pissed, then crawled into bed, pulled the covers up, and sank into a deep sleep.
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