This week is almost over and I, for one, couldn't be happier. It started off on a sad note (the three year anniversary of Morgaine's death) and will end on another (the four year anniversary of the day I found out Kylie was in the ICU).
This is a very difficult time of year for me even though, as has been pointed out to me, nothing bad has happened during this particular time frame since then. That is true, but it does not help to dissipate the terrible heavy feeling that something bad could happen at any moment. If I had any say in it, we'd just skip right into autumn. I'm so ready for it, for the chill and the colors and the spooky feels. And I have to admit I'm a little biased this year, as every passing day brings me closer to actually having a baby rather than just a baby living inside of me.
"Luckily" I've been sick most of this week, so that has distracted me from dwelling too much on all the negative memories. I never thought I'd be so thankful for a cold!