Well, I’m up and at ’em. Sort of. My bicep muscle is causing me to cry out in pain every time I use it. I have a head cold, that isn’t really a head cold.
Yesterday, I barely left the couch. Today, I don’t want to, and I’ll go back to it.
Panic and anxiety? Just a little. Cried, today, when the kids left (I know, I’m a contradiction, at best). And, I really didn’t want to be alone.
I’m alternating between sitcom episodes and a fabulous book: Wicked Lovely. Seriously? This is the most amazing book. And, although for years, I thought it was a wacky title, now I understand it. Perfect title. Perfect book.
Back to it.
Quiet really does help my heart heal. Thanks to all my friends who are helping me get some quiet and rest.