I am tired. I didn't sleep well last night with Big Yankee gone for work. I stayed up too late reading thinking it would be easier to fall asleep if I was exhausted. I cry most when I am falling asleep. And when I am in the car alone. And when I am in the shower. Today my tears don't stop but I have also mastered the art of hiding them. We are restless. Four trapped inside today. Snow still covers the grass and fields but roads are a slushy nightmare now. I am apprehensive to go out much. Only if I have to. Scared to re-injure my ankle. Five and a half weeks of a walking boot and no driving was quite hellish at times. Tomorrow is another day of no school or work. Another day to get on each other's nerves. Five minutes is not a very long time--except when it is. When your brain is a jumbled mess of thoughts, ideas and sadness and you don't know how to put it out there. So your fingers dance on the keyboard as the time ticks away and you wait anxiously for the oven timer to signal the end.