I stood in the doorway to the living room this morning and watched her sleep for a minute.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her, and I feel bad about that. I haven’t talked to her in a long time either. I feel bad about that too. She’s still so important to me. I feel like helping, but truth be told, I don’t actually know that there is a problem that I can help with. Showing up at the door at two in the morning is a pretty good indicator that something is wrong though.

Cooper is laying on a chair near her. He looks up at me, and it’s sort of a moment that we understand each other. Neither of us can do anything other than be there. That’s not enough for either of us, I think. But… It’s all we can do.

Last night’s rant… I feel like I should some how apologize for that or clarify that… But I don’t know how.

For now: I’m going to work and I’m looking forward to a e-mail that will spell out what it is I fear.