Shhh... I'm hibernating

At least it feels that way. We have a certain pattern in our lives and schedule that we follow, if not on purpose then due to habit. Cold, dark mornings are especially cruel. I make the coffee hot and so aromatically dense it could wake the dead. Evening are spent bundled up and playing with Grace and watching TV or playing Scrabble. We are in our cocoon.

We are essentially alone here. We spend almost all our free time (that being, not working time) together. We get on each other's nerves and get bored with each other, but we are all each other has.

Our final months here are going to be like a holding pattern: we're waiting to land. Until then, I'm hibernating.