My lovely man is deep inside a war zone and while I have faith that he is sensible and being taken care of by NATO, I wake up like this, each morning before 5am and see Twitter headlines that include words like "ambush" "kidnap" "Taliban" "suicide bomber." I cannot imagine what it would be like to be the spouse of a soldier, gone for months at a time in supremely volatile places, waiting and watching every day for news, or growing used to just not knowing. Sweet thing sends me pictures hastily taken on a military plane, in a flack jacket and helmet, or from the dusty streets, men in shalwar kameez walking in twos or threes, painted signs in the background, vintage cars in faded red and blue, a policeman, concrete, a lonely tree.
This worrying is entirely selfish, I know. Be safe.