It's figured out. It's fine. Life continues.
I've been focusing on the good things. Let's continue with that.
The Good Things:
* Sandwiches. I love sandwiches. I make a sandwich with a french loaf, sharp american cheese, red onion, avocado, and barbeque potato chips (Cosby-style) at least once a week. It's not healthy, exactly, but it costs me about $3, and it's filling. When I can't get my hands on a French Arab (American, Red, Avocado, Barbeque, remember) (and yes, I just made that name up JUST NOW, and no, I'll probably never say it again), I make a peanut butter and strawberry jam on wheat, and I'm happy. You'd think a woman who claims to love sandwiches would have more thrilling things to say about them. You'd be wrong.
* Harrison, throwing his arms open and running at me for a hug. The boy still doesn't say a word, but he gives hugs like he means it.
* My nephew, getting out of surgery, and wanting to pick up where he left off. I had been making myself sick worrying about how that little guy would recoup, but by all reports, he's doing well, and back to tackling his brothers. I love him. So, so much. And I'm grateful to marry into a family who takes such good care of each other.
* Modern Psychology, for showing me that my mixed-up brain is not a fluke. It just takes some training to know how to use it for good instead of evil.
* Writing scenes for a sitcom in my head, even though our husbands think it's dumb.