Sunday nights are usually the worst for me. I don't know if it's the anxious anticipation of starting yet another workweek, or the realization that another weekend is over. Whatever…
It's Saturday, and it's supposed to be a beautiful weekend. There's a possibility of thunderstorms in the afternoon, and I'm ok with that. He's working this morning, which leaves me…
I've been on a streak where I've been not only having really vivid dreams, but also remembering them. Most of the time, we'll exchange our morning pleasantries, telling each other…