Mornings

I've always been a morning man, writing here often on this theme. Until I entered the surrealistic stress of recent months. Lately I've dreaded mornings, knowing the day would require repeating much and new surprises would bring stress and grief. My only peace was in bed at night.

Strange then to feel good this morning! Even gained 3 lbs.

Part is the day's terror has become routine. And H is handling her own terror with less hysteria. Maybe this is progress.