Wednesday, February 10

131 days

It came. 

I choose to record it, because I will need to know again that tunnels do end. One day I will read this in the dark, and it will remind me that storms, tunnels, crap and all the other analogies for bad times, they will not endure forever.    

131 days after birth, came a day with no vertigo, mastitis, or virus, and Goldie, Ben, and I slept till morning.
There is a time to dance, and now is that time, with a few plies and some rusty happy allegro. And the little dove just coo-ed a major third, so there's music too.