I'm good. For the first time in a good long while, I feel at peace with the universe. (Or my little corner of it.) I've gone a month with no drama, no, angst, and I like it. Whether or not that's directly related to the amount of time I've spent online, or the amount of medicinal help I've had, I'm not examining. I had a monster headache yesterday, for the first time in a loooong time. I slept for a good portion of the day, woke up to watch part of Battlefield Earth (a gigantic waste of film and costumes if ever there was one) and then went back to sleep early.
Nolan and I are recovering nicely from our respective surgeries; I'd say I'm at 95% and Nolan's at 80%. We're young(ish) enough to recover quickly, so I'm grateful for that.
There are three and a half days of school left until summer vacation, and then I won't have a day to myself until August. I'm ready for it, though. The swimming pool and sleeping in are a good trade off, in my opinion.
I've been painting and sewing a lot, lately. I find I've missed both. I've made all sorts of goodies for Ethan and Aaron's teachers to thank them for being so wonderful to my sons this year.
I've been writing, too. Not as much as I'd like, but with good results. I'll be able to post some things soonish, I think.
But the best thing at the moment? Sitting on my back porch, sipping a cup of hot coffee and listening to the birds. Awesome. I'm happy. Nothing can harsh my chi today.