This must be recorded so that, in the future when I inevitably have a horrendous day, I can reassure myself that good days can still happen.
Side note: Writing that sentence made me instantly imagine that inevitably horrendous day. In this morbid vision, Lou was tragically killed in a car accident and I was alone in the house, reading this entry while sobbing into his iPad (which would then be my iPad because he’d be dead). And I’d be thinking, “How arrogant I was back then! Flippantly mentioning a horrendous day like it was nothing! See what you get for being arrogant?!?!?”
Anyway, back to the good day stuff…
Today, Mom spent her very first full day as an independent person since the stroke. She didn’t have myself or Alan (aka brother #3) with her at any point. She didn’t trip, slip, fall, have a stroke, or die. Phew!
Tonight, I get to meet the triplets for the very first time. My friends had triplets. That sentence still hardly registers. But they had the triplets just three days before my mother’s stroke so I missed the beginning of this chapter. Now I get to meet them and I’m insanely jazzed.
A really great thing happened for my team at work today but that’s all confidential so *zipping lip gesture*.
On a whim, I punched out two blog posts today. This has alleviated my fear fantasy in which I would lose the urge to continue writing after I turned in my book manuscript.
And now, I wish you a good day, too!
Blog written during my lunch break on Wednesday, April 24th.