-You are quiet today,- said my husband at dinner.
I was happy when I got home, I’m always happy when I get home.
While I was fixing the dinner, Daniel lit a fire in the fireplace. He talked about the news and how his day had gone.
We were having dinner, and I could feel my face turning pink. The skin began to breathe after wearing the mask for a whole day.
At the same time, the energy was draining away, and the fatigue was slowly accumulating.Continue reading “his rarely-silent wife”