But, it's all about getting back into the groove of things. I find myself lying in bed most mornings savoring the last few minutes of silence before I have to force myself up, bare feet to the cold floor. It seems like the safest place in the world- not moving, not talking, not watching- just lying still and warm. Those are the kinds of things that make you feel normal, even if the rest of your day feels far from it.
And then I get up, walk out to a flooded garage, or a car that isn't quite working, or gaze upon a low bank account and try to keep rolling with the punches. At least I've got a wee Christmas tree that leans a bit to the left and a window that lets in the sunlight and good friends that love me and that I love right back. I may be a bit rusty when it comes to studying, and I may have a car that is a bit fickle, but at the end of these crazy days I know I have so much to thankful for.
And away I go. I've got to finish a paper. Wish me luck.