I have the beginnings of a cold and a thumping headache. We have very little food in the house. I have a thousand tonnes of work to do (that's imperial tonnes, not metric ones) I have a mental countdown going on in my head. I smell.
On the other hand.....
I have the morning on ICT monitoring time and the afternoon on PPA, as is usual on a Tuesday. We have plenty of money in the bank for us (hurrah for insurance finally coming through!) I have love to support me though the mental countdown. We have a lovely shower.
This whole Pollyanna thing is still harder than it looks sometimes, but it's getting easier.
This time last year (2009) I was talking about Proverbs.
I am settling into our new life, new routines, new things.
I miss the old one.
But there is Proverbs 17:22 I heard the other day.
"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones."
And it drieth the bones of all around it as well. I didn't let the world break my spirit when I was with him and it tried, and I won't let it break me when he's not here.
The post also talked about me getting to phone BG, which I was never allowed to do in the end.
the year before? 2008 was about love and planning a baby together. It's all good, in so many ways now. What am I supposed to do? Cry forever? I have a son, and I can't indulge that.
I'm having my happy ending, dammit Janet.....