That Means It’s Working, Right?

Late afternoon on a Friday. My husband works five to eleven Fridays, so I’m home alone, snuggled up in bed with lots of pillows, covers, and a warm sock full of hot beans because we’re out of rice. I’ve got a good, thick book (Chainfire by Terry Goodkind), my iPhone (full of blogs to catch up on), and my favorite PS2 game (Champions of Norrath) ready to play.

What did I do to deserve such a lovely evening of rest and relaxation? Good ol’ lefty decided to start acting up a bit. Hasn’t hurt like this since the successful cycle in June. That means it’s working, right? That would be nice.

So I’ve got plenty of time for a quick update, and then a comment or two here and there, and then maybe a chapter.

I’m still having those moments where the tears just show up uninvited, but only two or three of those so far today. Mostly, I feel good. I feel optimistic. I feel encouraged. I feel loved. I have an amazing husband, and I am really grateful for that. I love you sweetie!!

Being the competitive overachiever that I am, I had originally determined to be an Iron Commenter during this, my first ICLW. I finally talked myself into understanding that the world would not end if that didn’t happen, that I do have a couple of prior obligations, and that it won’t mean any less to those of you whose blogs I do get the chance to comment on. So, I guess I just replaced one challenge with another, but that’s okay. Now to return some of these wonderful comments I’ve been receiving!