Since Mr. Moon and I caught this virus, sleep has been elusive. We sleep all over the house. Actually, I'm not doing so badly and sleep mostly in the guest room because he doesn't want to disturb me, nor I him, but when I get up to go pee at four and see signs that he's been up, I worry so much about him that I can't get back to sleep.
Our morning conversations are more like travel reports than anything else.
And not good ones.
Oh, how I miss normality.