A Good Day

  Today has been a good day. I post this here to mark it down. I never know, nor do you, whether a day will be a good day. At least not in the sense of nothing going wrong. 

Since Jerry died, any day above ground was "good". But let's face it, if you read any of these blogs, you'll find that no day is that good. And grief often turns days into nightmares . 

But today was a day the Lord made indeed. I woke rested, with no pain, and fairly energetic. I dressed and put my hair up and had half-hour to spare. So good indeed.

I have not been doing much at home but writing. Hours a day but I have lost 12 lbs because I forget to eat. Trying to remember to drink water. Food has become less appealing. This is just bizarre to me. It would appear that writing is an appetite suppressant.

 I should have known this. One thing that I did before Jerry died was write, a lot. Afterward, I wrote a lot just to keep my mind off death. But RA and fibro got worse from the trauma and I couldn't write.  The writing came back in a dump truck. The story was pouring into me at a rate I couldn't believe. Thrity thousand words in a week. 

It feels good, and today was a day of clarity. I felt like my brain woke up overnight. Still don't know what I'm doing, but I'll just ride this road for as long as I can.