It's a rainy day outside. Hubby decided to stay home - he's knackered from working and taking a second city writing class and Kung Fu and directing a musical. Whew. I'd be knackered, too!

He's asleep, a cake is in the oven for the Kung Fu Christmas Party tomorrow night, and I have to go into work in 90 minutes. Well, at least it's a lovely rainy day.

Got a check from my brother's estate, a huge relief this time of year. The insurances will all get paid for six months, and there'll be some left over for Christmas joy.

Work is better than it has been. That's where the whole angst thing stemmed from - it really cut me off at the knees. Humbling in a way, but also hurtful.

But it's getting better. And I'm talking to friends, which helps.

I hadn't realized how surrounded by love I really was until I felt it go away. And to be frank, it hadn't gone away from my friends - that was me pulling back.

So life continues, I'm not crying every day any more, and there are parties to attend.

Hope invades the spirit.