We are home. Walter is fatter than when we left her. She must have eaten her way through her stress. There are cigarettes put out in a glass on the porch - hope JV had a friend over and it wasn't him smoking. A bit stuffy - we can air the house out.
I find I need to wait now for my soul to catch up to my body. I need to be alone, to exercise, to go to bed early, to pray and write.
In my experience it isn't the big events that strengthen me and make me feel settled and secure. (Don't get me wrong, I love the big events.) But it is routine, ritual, habits of life like coffee in the morning, scrabble while eating dinner with Steve, and prayer at night that hold me steady and make me feel rich and well.
So last night I went to Jazzercise and I am going again this morning. After I have my cup of coffee.