I have not slept well, but I’m not tired. Yet. I will be.
A great cleansing is happening in the house, in the mind, in the heart. I spoke yesterday with my fear.
I’m afraid I will not be missed – yet, if I do my job right… I will not be missed.
I’m afraid I will not carry my share, that I’m older and less strong (though, let’s be clear, much sharper of wit) than I once was.
We cleared out some old pieces of furniture yesterday and managed to get the drawers open without damaging the whole. I found the pressed, dried white gardenia that Dad gave Mother to wear on their wedding day.