... is Wednesday, and I'm pushing through. It feels as if I'm walking through a thick layer of sludge. Some hours are better than minutes... some minutes are better than seconds...some nano-seconds find me overwhelmingly sad and feeling ill. People have been calling, coming, and going. Some bearing food and dessert. Yesterday, my simple offering of fresh hot coffee and donuts was met with relief, as we scarfed down the sweet, yeasty, frosted dough graciously and hungrily. "You don't know how bad I needed that donut" my mother said. A couple of you were relieved that I delivered this parcel safely, sans mess or incident. At certain intervals we laugh and tease one another, or chuckle at the little prince. He'd been screaming in the car, because it wasn't in motion :o). He's turning into a primodon. I hold my breath... taking in a deep inhalation of air every now and again. I seem to be in better spirits when in the company of family and friends. When I'm alone, here in my apartment my heart bleeds, and stains the front of my shirt blue. Ask me how I feel after Friday.