It’s 2:42 in the morning, and here I am wide awake. I’ve been tossing and turning for hours. My stomach is burning and I suspect stress has a lot to do with it. Mike isn’t home tonight, and no matter how tired I am, I never seem to sleep well when he’s away.   The good news is that his surgery went well. Today he’ll have dialysis, and if the repaired fistula works the way it’s supposed to, he can finally come home. We’ve learned over the past couple of years that even good news comes with a waiting period. We celebrate the victories, but we still hold our breath until the next hurdle is cleared . Yesterday was one of those days that felt like 3 days rolled into one.  Between jobs, I rushed home to let Oscar out. Unfortunately I was too late. He had already pooped on the floor. I couldn’t even be upset. He’s not used to being alone for that long. I cleaned up the mess, let him outside, gave him so...