Down and Up

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and feel blue.  You know how it is, just laying there, in the dark and thinking of all the trials and tribulations of the day to day. Of course, I worry about v and how his treatment is going and whether he'll continue to improve which he has been doing, consistently, for the past twelve months.  There's just something magnifying about the middle of the night.

My antidote is to get up, quietly, and pad out to the parlor with the iPad. I bring up Netflix and tune into one of the many, quality, British mysteries that are lined up to be watched instantly.  The distraction is really effective.  So, as usual, it worked last night.  Another antidote is v himself, and this morning he made the coffee!

This morning's weather is mimicking my midnight mood, the dismal marine layer is burning off and revealing the bright blue sky.  So, the day begins and we move forward toward the light.

In bocca al lupo.  m & v