I’m not getting enough sleep. My schedule is all messed up—I’m having trouble sleeping, which is keeping me up later, which makes me want to sleep later although I can’t, and the same thing happens the next night. And the next, and the next.

I feel like the toothpaste that remains after the tube has been squeezed out, rolled up to the mouth and squeezed again; I’m hanging on, but I’m lonely and there’s not enough of what remains to be of much use to anyone.

I feel like I’ve been doing really well with Rebecca being gone for the last week, up until today when things felt inexplicably more difficult. I hope she’s having a good time in Japan, and I hope she’s figuring out the things she needs to figure out. I really miss her, and I can’t wait until she comes back.

It’s really unusual for us to not communicate for such long stretches. It’s been over a week since I’ve seen her, and I haven’t heard from her at all since she arrived. I suspect that the missions team she’s with is busier than they thought they would be, going into the trip.

I’m getting up at 7:00 in the morning for work, so I guess it’s time to sit the laptop down and lie awake for a couple hours.