Fighitng the fight

Well, Steve and I are chugging along.
This whole separation thing with his work has been taking its toll on us. Only a few more months, but it feels like years. But each day and week that goes by means we're that much closer to being done, and we'll be able to get back to a normal life.

I see him every four or five days. They are now times even more cherished, I guess. Which is a good thing. On the days when Steve's in Denver, I go to work, and then I come home and spend a few hours writing.
And each day passes, one after the other. Some are easier than others. But each day that does pass gets us closer to being done with this current challenge. Let's hope it's the last one for a while.
But on the plus side, I'm getting a lot of fucking work done.
😁

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