stuff of nightmares

 This new job has been the stuff of nightmares. 

The oven broke. The espresso machine is spitting water into the milk. The orders haven't been coming in. And in everything, my hands are tied. 

I'm exhausted. 

But I think things are looking up. Orders come in tomorrow. The fix-it people come tomorrow. 

H texted me the other day to ask me to mail him his prescriptions.  I did it, of course. He said he's coming home tomorrow.  So tomorrow will be a good day. 

I haven't talked to H since Nov 7th though, so I don't know what this next week will look like in regards to him. Maybe nothing. I guess we'll see. I told Vanessa this morning, that this is the worst he's ever been to me, especially because it follows the best he'd ever been.  

I guess we'll find out. I miss him with every breath. But at least work is too busy to even worry about it.