Anthony: Can’t you sleep?
Me: No, it’s the third time in a week. I mean it’s still only midnight but the last couple of times, it was almost 4am before I felt tired enough to go to bed.
Anthony: That’s no good, Jules.
Me: I don’t really mind. It’s not anxiety or anything. I guess I’ll just watch Netflix.
Anthony: You like your thrillers don’t you.
Me: Yep.
Anthony: Well don’t stay up too late or you’ll look haggard when you get up.
Me: Haggard? What do you mean by haggard!
Anthony: I overheard you talking to your mother about how you were worried about looking so haggard after my demise.
Me: Yeah, but I was telling her that my phase of worrying about looking haggard was over and now that I don’t worry about it, I don’t seem to look haggard anymore – weird. See, here is me with A. today. I don’t look so bad after all. I don’t even mind the wrinkles now.
Anthony: Well, the kid’s cute. He suits you. Maybe you should have another baby.
Me: Droll.
Anthony: Do you ever wish we’d had another one?
Me: Every now and then but Ming is enough.
Anthony: My thoughts exactly.
Me: He is pretty wonderful. The other day he said to me, “Hey, Mum, let’s have another look at you,” as I was heading out. So I turned back and he said, “You look great!”
Anthony: Sounds like the kind of thing I would say.
Me: He says that kind of thing every single day.
Anthony: Are you sure all this vanity is good for you?
Me: Well it beats the hell out of running, panic-stricken, away from the bathroom mirror.
Anthony: I notice you haven’t replace the fluorescent light in there.
Me: Mmmm.
Anthony: Don’t forget all the complimentary things I said to you, will you.
Me: Like….?
Anthony: I recall calling you a gorgeous creature more than once.
Me: Not sure about the creature bit.
Anthony: You know what I mean.
Me: I sometimes miss the way you lit up when I arrived at the nursing home.
Anthony: Now you’re really flattering yourself.
Me: But you did! Even the nurses said so.
Anthony: I put a lot of effort into that.
Me: What rot. You were overjoyed every time and you’d always think that it was magic, and that you’d somehow conjured me up.
Anthony: Poor old fool.
Me: No, you were a beautiful old fool.
Anthony: Thanks.
Me: You know what I mean.
Anthony: One thing though….
Me: Yes?
Anthony: You do need lipstick.
Me: OMG, the feminists will be onto you.
Anthony: But it’s true.
Me: I’ll have to ponder that.
Anthony: Do that. Pondering is something I’ve become quite good at and I think you’d like it.
Me: That’s quite profound actually, Ants.
Anthony: I ponder to please.
Me: (Smiling)
jmgoyder 
Another helpful conversation. So loving and lovely!!
ps. You look great in the picture, by the way. So relaxed and your smile is natural. Healing continues!
Sometimes sleep just doesn’t want to happen