I went to bed last night to the roll of thunder. It was right overhead, and each beautiful musical short lasted about 23 second. I opened all my windows and laid down on the bed and just listened. It's been a long time since I let myself be still. I think I am afraid to be still right now. Every time I am, I think of Michael and my stupidity and get all angry and hatey. Last night the thunder kept all that at bay. It was good.
Today I will scrap book at the firestation with the ladies, plant flowers in the flower boxes there, and do whatever I want. I have a loooong list, but I am going to go with the gut and see where it takes me. Who knows, maybe we will have another thunder storm.