I woke up early, brutally a bit.

In sweat.

Not brutally, just quickly.

BJG and dogs just came back, complaining about the smoke in the house.

The contrast with fresh outside is drastic.

I feel sad today: Hubby could very well die before me.

He does not sleep enough and smokes a ton in his room , door closed, which then becomes thick with smoke. And he stays in that , breathing that, for hours.