The sun is due to rise any minute and I'm making lists of septic restorers and getting ready for the magical hour of 8 a.m. when business can be done. A sleepless night was spent putting priorities and perspective back into place. Nobody is dying. Nobody is in danger of dying. We are together and all love each other. My sons are decent, intelligent and kind young men who have never been involved in the criminal justice system and who help me every day in innumerable ways. The only risk we face is to our financial comfort, and that's not bad. Life truly is good.
I apologize for moaning here so much with my crisis-of-the-day. You are good folks to listen and offer comfort and advice and support. Thank you. As of today I'm upping my steroid dose to a point where I can stay awake for a normal amount of time and function. I think that might be important. And I'm going to get my sewing area cleaned up and organized and get ready to be more productive.
Spring is here. The birds are singing and making nests like mad. The first daffodil of the year is blooming in all it's golden glory. My little willows that we planted in the fall are showing the first hint of what they will be by mid-summer heat. And my only worry in the world is an over-sized slop jar.
Hugs and happy dances to all, Sunny