Breakfast went well. So well this entry isn't even protected. Not that it didn't have moments of hard things to say. But it was better than I ever could have expected. Lots of good feeling about the woman came back and---for a change---wasn't disintegrated instantly upon its emergence by the laser ray gun of strife. I'm now going to start to allow myself a little cautious optimism.
There's plenty of heartache still to live through, of course. I think maybe the difference is that, for the first time maybe all year, I don't feel insane.
I don't feel insane at all.
