I haven’t blogged recently because there really isn’t anything to blog about. L’s treatment team advised her to move out and so she did. She pops in on her weekends home – which is now somewhere other than here – to say Hi. Tonight she even came for a meal, but afterwards she went home. To her dad’s place, which is now home. Sometimes she spends nights at her boyfriend’s house. They all see her sleepy face in the morning, say goodnight to her and chill out in front of the TV. I am to be visited, in small doses, like a dangerous toxin to which resistance has to be built. I don’t blog about this, because it just hurts too much. I miss her and I’d just like a night under the same roof.