Morning Jitters.

Hi, my love.

Yes, I woke up almost two hours ago.

No, not like that.

I woke up.

Took a shower.

Did my hair.

Put on my makeup.

Woke Roman up so he could start getting ready for kindergarten.

And only now I have a little free moment.

Because after this, I still have to keep an eye on Roman so he actually does everything.

Get him ready for kindergarten.

Get myself dressed and ready too.

Yes.

Darling, I only just sat down to write, and I’m already all jittery.

I am begging you.

Please deal with the anxiety issue.

It is a nightmare.

Everything inside me feels wired and jumpy.

I feel nervous somehow.

And I know this doesn’t feel like mine, my love.

Yes.

Everything is okay.

I’m so nervous.

I hope you and the boys liked my new article, “The Translator.”

Well, now I’m embarrassed.

Thank you, darling.

Yes.

I always worry like this.

Did I explain it well enough?

Did I cover everything?

Is everything clear?

Yes.

It’s long.

I don’t know.

It’s hard to say.

Everything feels important.

Yes.

I suppose not for everyone.

But more often than not, yes.

Of course not.

God, I’m sorry, sweetheart.

I have to run.

I love you very, very, very much.

I miss you insanely.

Thank you, darling.

You too.