I told him, “This is the third 9th of November we’ve been through together.”
Today, I feel ok. Not good, not bad, just ok. My partner is coming to visit, I went to the library this morning to get some books, the rain is beautiful and refreshing, I can hear the Founder’s bell signalling 12 o’clock. I have money, I have food, I am wearing nice clothes, I have time to read ‘The Reluctant Fundamentalist’ by Moshin Hamid (must be read by Monday). I am lucky. I’m thinking to take my partner out for dinner this evening, or maybe a pub lunch and watch the football, to make up for my behaviour last weekend. I think things are better between us now, he seems to be back to normal. It’s a shame I’ll never be normal.
poetry & prose by HLR 
Have a good day, enjoy. Normality comes and goes for most of us, so give yourself time and space when it feels rough.