I now feel as if I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop, though I prefer that feeling to what I was expecting this to be like.
I think the prayers of folks around me helped tremendously. You all know who you are, and thanks again.
On the plus side, this visit did provide the necessary impetus for me to clean the bunker in a way it has not been cleaned in quite a while. The place has been transformed; while it is still not going to appear on the cover of Architectural Digest I am actually beginning to feel as if I could, y'know, actually let people see the inside of the house.
I've been thinking I ought to--speaking of the prayers of friends--invite the pastor and his wife over for dinner sometime. It'd be a nice thing to do, and Lord knows I need to make more friends. We're already on pretty good terms and they're good people, so I think it'd be a nice occasion.
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The race today was not exactly entertaining. I needed a Xanax this morning to deal with the panic attack I was getting, and by mid-race I was falling asleep on the sofa. I did see nearly all of it, though.
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Now that everything is more-or-less back to normal I think I'm going to go to sleep....