These days, I'm counting the days of the week as per the husband's weekly off.
These days I'm beginning to think I've outsmarted my sleep deficit.
These days I'm writing a lot and reading much more. That makes me really happy.
These days I'm nursing a husband who's a bit unwell.
These days I'm not cooking too much. That's not good.
These days I've started checking my e-mail thrice a day. I used to do it once in two days.
These days I'm not going anywhere and there are accusations of me trying to be exclusive and all. Whatever.
These days I try and be patient but man, it's hard.
These days I try to be more useful but that's harder than anything else.
These days I find I've blanked out most of this year from my head. That way, I'm a bit fuzzy on details but at least I'm less grumpy.