It's another Friday.

I know exactly how many weeks.

I wonder who else does?

I hope not too many people. But it's 9 today.

9 weeks.

62 nights without him. That's a lot. It's the most we've ever had apart. Up until now, the most was 48, which was Khandahar.

I miss him.

But I'm sewing tonight, and cleaning, and doing ...... *stuff*

I'll let you know laters.