This sucks

not talking that it

it does

it sucks

I am getting good at charades

I actually was able to ask my Dad today after I took them to their eye appointment if his diagnosis of early stage glaucoma is connected to his diabetes -- with hand gestures

(Boom!)

ok

Dad didn't get it
but Mom did -- so that has to count for something

I have a bit of a squeaky voice still when I've tested it (only once Tex -- don't fuss at me)

so while the silent treatment is working - -it's not there yet.

so this leaves us not really able to communicate

and I miss him

so

I'm required to write every day
about how I feel
and there it is

I miss him

with any luck tonight we'll Skype -- and he can talk and I can type and we can connect a little bit

and in a day or two
I'll be allowed to talk again

(now we return you to your regularly scheduled sex blog reading)