4am. Simply awake. And no I’m not a morning person.
That said I’m not feeling particularly stressed. After weeks of stress, depression, homesickness, then naturally getting sick, I’m finally at place where I feel like I can somewhat breathe.
But then, January and February have finally almost passed. The ongoing replay of Carli’s last weeks, her last day, is no so before me. It’s there. Always there. Just not so there.