The Calm AFTER the Storm

Well, it is Thursday night. The girls are asleep. I ate a whole grain english muffin with butter and marmalade. My Lorazepam helped me settle. Tomorrow is Friday and I will greet it with optimism and nonchalance. Optimism because I survived Thursday. Nonchalance because you never show your enemy fear. My bed is comfortable, the windows are open, the breeze is refreshing, and Jeff envelopes me in a way that makes everything outside of us obsolete. I am safe there and loved and, really, that's probably all I need. Oh, and we sold our car today so that is pretty splendid also.

Nighty night friends. Sleep well. I am especially thankful for you all tonight.

Ang