It's 2:30 and I can't sleep. Jeff's awake right now, getting ready for his day. Soon, he'll be putting on his beanie and gloves to do PT. He said it would below freezing this morning. My weather widget says it's 36. I miss him more and more as time goes on. I've found ways to occupy my time, and get my mind off him, and so in that sense, it's easier. But as every day passes, I realize how long it's been since I've seen him. He comes home in 33 days, but that isn't soon enough. Thanksgiving's going to be sad.

My heart still hurts.