This is where I fell asleep last night. Tonight I'm in another bed, in another city altogether, but at least it's only for two nights, and in 48 hours I should be back where I belong, finding refuge on my soft place to land.
At this point in time my husband is what is keeping me sane. He's my prozac when I need encouragement and my valium when I need help relaxing. He asks me how I am doing, not just to be polite, but because he is really interested in knowing.
When I'm away, he calls me just as much as I call him.
After 17 years, there's no other place I'd rather be than right where I was at this time last night.
:-) Kram
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