i slept better last night than i have in a long time. thank you, tylenol PM. no panic attack, and for that i'm everlastingly grateful. it's gotten to the point where i'm really apprehensive about going to bed -- stupid.

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french toast and eggs for the kidlets -- although, they're adults and not really kidlets anymore. but when i'm dipping the bread in egg, cinnamon and milk, frying the eggs, i'm transported by aroma and nostalgia to a time when they were younger, and things were less complicated.

of course, through the lens of hindsight, everything seems less complicated, when the truth is quite different. still, there are moments that i hold tight, and this is comforting.

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one more day, one more foot in front of the other. that's the best i can do.


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