It seemed appropriate that the storms came today. The rain was on the west side of the house, but the dreary skies were on the east side. It’s going to be a dreary, starless night. I never quite miss the stars as when it is cloudy at night. Other nights I take them for granted. I take many things for granted these days. By day I clean house, organise things, and work on my research. By night I have nightmares. Ghosts from other times haunt my dreams and remind me of a past that I regret. Mistakes don’t mean a thing, if you don’t regret them, but I have regrets. There are times when I wonder if I should have stayed a little longer or said something a little more comforting. The ghosts wake me up in the night. Sometimes they don’t leave until well after dawn. There is nothing I can do to stop them from their visits. I cannot calm them. I cannot even calm myself.

The storms are starting back up. Chloe is deathly afraid of thunder and sitting right up against my leg. Through the rumbling thunder, jar flies are singing in the distance. That doesn’t comfort her. It’s my cue to go work on dinner. I can’t cook it until Dennis gets home, but I can make it and put it in the fridge until then.