Ms. H has been delivered and received.
We are back home.
And the son is gone for the night.
And I just picked another three pounds of raspberries from my garden.
Yes, another three pounds. From the same damn bush that has already given me over 16 pints of jam. Apparently all of the weather that has made this such a crap year for everything else in the garden is EXACTLY what raspberries need.
This looks like a job for Raspberry Cordial.
There seems to be a plethora of alcoholic cordials out there but I don't think that would be advisable. When one feels as if they are drowning, it doesn't help to raise your hand and volunteer to carry the anchor.
Plus, Marilla Cuthbert would not approve.
I have my second to last counseling appointment this week. I had occasion to speak to a law-type professional last week who made the stunning comment that "You know, this is going to be with you for the rest of your life."
For a fleeting moment, I almost said "Well, Duh!" But instead I just gibbered something stupid.
I know she was commenting on my impatience with not moving forward fast enough.
So in other words, calm down. This is going to be with you for the rest of your life so just sit down and relax.
Telling me that this is going to be with me for the rest of my life is like telling me the sky is blue and the grass is green. My daily goal is to actually just get out of bed in the morning before any thoughts of the past eight months go through my mind.
Sounds reasonable and simple.
It hasn't happened yet though.
Thought A leads to though B which leads to though C and I'm there and I haven't even thrown off the bedcovers.
I think I'm going to develop a mantra for every waking moment.
Rainbows and unicorns.
Rainbows and unicorns.
Rainbows and unicorns.
Rainbows and unicorns.
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