TGIF

Not much sleep last night: bed after 11:00, woke at 2am, got back to sleep around 4:00.

I'm fried.

Dad has his bone scan this morning. Results are Monday.

I'm going to be late for work. I should be almost there by now, but I'm still in my jammies and LB's shirt. Haven't showered or eaten breakfast yet. Can't bring myself to care this morning that I'm so late. Jeannie is traveling, and probably won't need me. I desperately need a shower, if for no other reason than to wake up -- unless it puts me to sleep. I'll need to keep the water slightly cool.

I get to leave work early today because I have an appointment with my own spiritual director. I'm going to be exhausted, and so much has been happening, I have the feeling it's going to be more raw than usual.

Made It

It's 5:35pm on Friday.
I have survived the week.

This afternoon's appointment with my spiritual director was marvelous, as always. I am assuming that I will get a good night's sleep tonight, and will be capable of actually making a coherent post about it on Saturday. It's not the first time I've contemplated moving an appointment back because of avoidance, only to have the session be enlightening and nurturing. And boy did I need that this week.

Best news of the week: _storyteller_ is beginning his 1600 mile move to my town a week from today -- a week earlier than planned!

I intend to take some Advil PM this evening and crash, then sleep as long as I need to -- but not continue to doze once I wake up -- on Saturday. I will go to bed at 10pm on Saturday night and get up no later than 7:00am on Sunday, and try to get my body back into something resembling my normal sleep cycle.

I haven't responded to each comment that has made up the outpouring of sympathies, warm wishes, hugs, and support that you all have been leaving, but each one has been treasured. Thank you all for your caring and your prayers/thoughts/candles.