Yesterday was a day. On-going work issues, new-coming teenager issues (where is that parenting hot line for this unknown world?).
And then . . .the glowing light at the end of the tunnels of this year . . . an event that involved travel and meeting and working with amazing people. Something I have thought about every day for the last couple of months, day dreamed about, even said to myself at rough moments, "It doesn't matter, because soon I will be THERE with THEM."
Last night the event was cancelled. I went to the basement and cried.
BUT, later, there was Grace's post, about her "totally excellent very good day" and the moon. So, I went outside, and there it was . . . glowing, and as she said, "Our Moon".
And it's still there, and still will be . . . glowing.
But, still, drat.
