12 07 pm pst [ routine ]
I have a little routine now. I wake up with Matthew (I
used to sleep in). I sit in the bathroom with him while he showers and we
talk. We have breakfast together. He leaves.
I do whatever work I need to do for my clients, check
my e-mail, and sometimes squeeze in a bit of family tree research.
I wash my face, brush my teeth, and get dressed.
I walk over to the hospital to see D.R. (visiting
hours start at 11) and stay as long as he wants (usually about an hour).
I get him a pink lemonade in the cafeteria before going up to his room. I
walk home.
I have lunch and repeat the morning computer ritual of
doing whatever work I need to do for my clients, checking my e-mail, and
sometimes squeezing in a bit of family tree research.
I go to work.
I come home, and hopefully find a parking space with
little stress.
I let Matthew know I'm home. I have a snack. I check
my e-mail and make any phone calls I need to (my parents...). I let
Matthew know I'm leaving.
I walk over to the hospital to see D.R. and stay as
long as he wants (varies depending on if he has other visitors, if he's
gotten morphine, etc.). I walk home.
I let Matthew know I'm home. I urge him to leave the
office soon (not realistic, because he's working on a big stressful deal
right now). I pop in a DVD for noise. I either have dinner, have a snack
(usually blood oranges, which I have been buying religiously at the
farmers' market), or decide to wait for Matthew.
We go to bed before midnight, usually cuddling and
talking for a little while before going to sleep. Last night I had him in
hysterics when I told him about the little boy who came up to me at work
and said, "I sort of pooped in my pants."
