I texted Rex late yesterday afternoon. He had just finished the last ride of the weekend and was on a high. He’d had an incredible weekend on his bike in the middle of no where and it had exhausted him, he said.
He texted today to say good morning and I sent him a couple of pictures of Peyton making us breakfast (literally the closest thing to breakfast in bed I’ve had in my entire life).
Then the day dragged on.
My back aches from my pelvis to my chest, my body feels contorted, my heart feels dark and heavy. I am physically miserable, psychically stalled.
Thank God I have Peyton tomorrow, Valentine’s Day. The single most excruciating day of the year when you are forced to remember your relationship status by every person wearing red to work for their Happy Hour V-Day dates later in the day.
I’m going to bed early.