Life has taken a new normal. I wake up slow and do stretches and twists before getting out of bed. Lights on, clothes get flung around and music gets tuned in, warming me up for a workout. Steve is never far from my mind, but it's just me.
I come home and the house is empty and cold, but it's my home. I shout, "Hello House!" I'm not sure why. Maybe to warn off any thief in the middle of a heist. It would freak me out if someone answered me one night.
I look forward to bedtime, as any professional sleeper would. Covers heavy, pillows flat and sheets crisp. I burrow in, smile, and thank God for the day.