Carolyn got home from Toronto tonight. I was out with a friend when she got in - and by the time I got home, she was in bed and the lights were turned out.

So weird to have her in the house, and not be speaking to her. She’s my wife; I should be giving her a big hug and talking excitedly about her trip. Instead, I’m burrowed in my office and she’s sleeping (or maybe not?) in the bedroom.

Fucking hard - there’s no other words for it.