I mean, sure, we were all in hunker-down-for-hurricane mode, and ended up going a bit stir-crazy as a result (said hurricane apparently passed over while we were dead asleep on Sunday morning; I think a tree limb batted against our window once or twice, making it more Adorable Kitten than Raging Tiger, as hurricanes go).
I think Trudy (pictured above with me) was a little nervous about doing a reading for me this go 'round. It's kind of obvious what's on my mind and what kind of concerns I'm dealing with these days, so if, you know, the Disaster and Destruction card came up over and over again, I'd probably get a little titchy.
I titled this post "Totally Fine" because I think that's how you should kick off any post that includes a photo of yourself (or anyone, really) in a hospital bed.
Last night, Kendrick was doing whatever he does in his office while I was sitting in bed reading, and I called out to him to ask if he thought I'd been more emotional than usual lately, and slowly...very slowly...a pair of saucer eyes and a wide-open mouth came peeking around the corner.
