I keep thinking tomorrow will be the weekend because TW has been gone for ages. He usually wouldn’t leave on a weekend and he left Sunday morning so I keep thinking tomorrow must be the weekend. I started to rearrange the apartment with the expectation that the last few things I couldn’t do, he could help with. Tomorrow. Assuming tomorrow was Saturday. Tomorrow is only Thursday though. So that is super sad. I guess I can try do a couple more things myself. We have a couch sitting beside the door waiting to be put in to storage in the building but we have to take something out to put something in and I can’t do that by myself. Hmm.