So I’m sitting on the floor of the hallway outside The Boy’s apartment…and have been for more than thirty minutes. According to our texting app he hasn’t checked his phone, which I know is because he really needs some distraction time and is playing GTA, but…..I can’t skip my night meds, and when I left to hit my place to get pajamas, I left my backpack (and all my pills) in his room…

So here I sit blogging hamsters. He’ll check his phone before he sleeps….in a few hours.

This is punishment for not working on my Italian memorization, isn’t it?