Singing along with my friend’s CD. It’s great music and hearing the voice of someone I love is comforting.

Appointment next week with an EMDR therapist to address anxiety and PTSD symptoms.

Mr. Yes’s text response when I told him I had made the appt: “I hope the therapy helps. If you ever need to talk about anything I am always there. Whatever you need. Just ask! OK?” I don’t know how to mention that what I need is to mourn my husband, but it’s good to know he wants to be there for me.

Seeing Little Yes tomorrow. It’s been a month since I’ve seen the little guy! When he and Mr. Yes drive somewhere, he’s been asking if they’re going to pick me up. Ahhhhh.

Made from scratch ginger snaps warmed up in the microwave.

It’s been a relatively quiet Friday, except for the hour spent on the phone with the copier guy. I needed a quiet Friday.

My desk is semi-cleaned.

Hanging out with my sister tonight.

157 consecutive days of poeming.

Staying over at Mr. Yes’s mid-week is every bit as sweet as I thought it would be and I get more done those mornings. ^{typed that as “get more down” the first time.}

Being able to listen to my iPod in my car.

MY car! Still. I’ve got a whopping 508 miles on it now.

This blog by my teacher and friend, about love.

My godmother handing me a glass of very nice Cabernet last night. We’ve both had stressful work weeks.

Chasing the creepy guy out of the bushes at work. Well, talking him out and sending him on his way, not literally running at him. Made me feel strong. Since the preschool has moved in next door, I’m way more aware of who’s hanging around. (Especially if they have their hands in their pants!)

45 more minutes to a three day weekend!