It’s getting dark out. It’s getting colder.
My father has a fireplace. But it’s a fireplace run on propane. So it provides heat only if you sit right next to it.
My kids and dog are gone, off to the ex’s house where they will be warm and safe.
We are here. Cold. Dark.
I’d totally cry if it were not for the fact that this time tomorrow I will be boarding a flight to Barcelona.
I have never in my life looked so forward to an eight hour flight.
Warmth. Wine. Movies. Sleep. The peace of not being in a house with nine people. Electricity. I’m not even thinking of the destination because given the events of the past 11 days, the getting to the destination is going to be the most relaxing thing ever.
If I make it through the night without turning into a popsicle.