It's unbearably hot here and I'm not dealing with it very well. I honestly don't know how Gabe is making it through working out there for at least 12 hours a day. He freely admits that it's difficult to handle the heat, though he swears he's okay. I brought him iced tea and ice cream before heading to the pool for a while. He swears it's not as bad as I think but I didn't want to take any chances and decided to bring him something. He hurt his shoulder, but it seems better today. He was stretching after climbing into bed and I noticed him wince as he moved his shoulder; he was evidently trying to move something that was meant to be moved by 2 men and hurt himself. I wish he wouldn't do things like that, it makes me worry. I worry a lot and probably shouldn't, but he knows that's just how I am. He made quick work of both the ice cream and iced tea, and I truly hope that helped because it's so ridiculously hot right now and I feel like he shouldn't be out there. He was saying they're supposed to be finished with this project in a few days and part of me seriously has to wonder how. From what he told me they're supposed to get miles of freeway done, in a heat wave, without interrupting traffic too much. How??!! They've already been given their next project; replacing residental streets and waterlines. Part of me would absolutely love if he worked close to home for once and not on the other side of town, but I don't think they're going to be working in our neighborhood. He mentioned to his boss that they need more guys but I know how well his boss listens to other people, and so does he. 🤬🤬 I so wish he could have come to the pool with me today and want him to be able to rest. I'm trying to get a camping trip together if he can take time off for the 4th of July; they have to give him some time off. If nothing else we could leave the afternoon of the 3rd and stay overnight, hopefully having the 4th completely to ourselves. I hate that this is probably the best we get but I'll take it. It was so nice last year to have complete isolation for at least a day, where we don't have to worry about anyone else and can just have peace and quiet together. The eternal struggle of trying to find make time for each other and meet all our obligations at the same time. The extra stolen moments before having to get out of bed or a purloined lunch date feel so small when our time is demanded elsewhere, you know? I need to get that camping trip planned; we both need this. I guess that's it for now.
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