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We had some storms here. The remnants of whatever brought those tornados to the the south west and south.

Today the husband let me rephotograph him. It’s the 10 year anniversary of the project I did about him in grad school. The thing is that there were several photos of his back and now his back is covered with scars and wounds from 10 years of falling. It was disturbing. To look at him now and the old photos … whew… and to see how frail he is looking… I mean, I know how frail he is but the side by side is pretty drastic. Wanna see one?

So I was watching the husband like a hawk this afternoon because I could tell that he was feeling kind of tired and I started to offer making dinner for him at around 4 o’clock and he said no until about six and then he said “do you know what I would like? I would like a grilled cheese“ and I offered to make him a grilled cheese cheeseburger, but he didn’t want the burger patty and just wanted a grilled cheese so I am not gonna fight with him and I made him a grilled cheese and, then he said he wanted to go to bed so I walked him down the hall and I put him in the bed and he said “thank you for everything for everything you do for me.” SHOCK. That makes me really nervous because it is so out of character for him to thank me that I keep thinking it means something. On 9/11 before he left for work, he turned to me and the three kids (we all happened to be sitting on the couch which was also unusual) and he put his hands on his hips and said “Wow I have a wonderful family” and then he walked out the door (and hasn’t expressed gratitude since, but that’s for another day) and thankfully, didn’t make it to work in time to be there the plane crashes … but anyway I’m driving myself insane looking for signs.

INSANE