The boys and I played and played and snuggled and giggled and I got a make-over with one eye done carefully by Owen so that I resembled nothing more than Pete the Pup on Our Gang.
He studied my face carefully and said, "You look beautiful. For Boppy."
It's been a decent day. I have felt more normal than I have felt in a long, long time. I have actually been hungry today and I can't tell you the last time that happened. Some days lately I haven't wanted to finish an entire Mento. I'm not kidding you either. And that is definitely not me. The anxiety is still there, pawing around the edges of my soul and occasionally getting a good lick or two in but it hasn't been on my back, at least since I left the dentist's office.
I've done everything I can outside to prepare for the cold. Turned all the faucets and garden sprinklers to drip, leaned some metal panels up on the side of the hen house to block some wind that can get in. Retucked the porch plants. I may lose them all. It's going to plummet tonight and the wind is blowing like crazy. I picked some camellias and brought them in. It was the least I could do.
Oh well. Inside it's warm and cozy and I am so thankful for this house, this life in which I get to live in a house with central heat and air. Every window and door leaks cold but the heater is a good one and I have plenty of covers.
I'm exhausted and will probably be in bed by nine.
Everyone stay warm and safe tonight. I'm just too damn tired to say another word.