Looking for ways to spend these days at home is starting to slowly drive me mad. Everything will be fine when this fog lifts. You'll be home, I won't be stuck in the house all day every day. What I wouldn't give just to take my book out to the garden and read or use the old swing for a little while. It's lost its appeal when you can't see anything the fog tastes dusty.

It leaves me too much time to think. I miss our little trivia tidbits. I keep thinking up questions I'd like to ask or things I think I should share, things we could have a discussion about or should talk about. Maybe I should start a list for another time before I forget, but it's really not that pressing, I suppose.

I think the only thing I don't quite have the courage to ask you yet is why you never mention your mother. I remember you mentioning your father a time or two, but never your mum. I assume there's a good reason, and realistically, it's still none of my business, but I can't help but to be curious. It's not something I plan to pry about, but since you'll never read these, I can ask anything I want. Maybe someday we'll get there, I hope anyway.

I hope everything will be sooner rather than later, I don't have patience to begin with and I'm running low already. Nothing to be done about it right now but wallow in frustration and try to pretend I'm doing anything but.