A tiring and frustrating day, but what can I say? How can I complain about it? It would make me feel small and narrow and closed as if a cloud in the sky won't eventually blow in another direction...

Who am I to even imagine that the emotions I feel at the moment mean diddly in the scheme of things..

It's all a jumble, the whole thing, the getting up, the going out, the moving around, the coming home, the sitting down... it might be my imagination's comfort to believe that things are always trying to find a balance, but it does seem that way sometimes.

I'm making an easy supper. We're all together. We have our health. The laundry is done.

So far, so good.