It's storming outside.
I should be doing work proposals.
It's 2:23 A.M.
Everyone in the house is sleeping.
I should be sleeping.
Kathy printed off all the posts in this blog sight and put the pages in a folder.
It makes me feel like she thinks I may be almost done with this.
That makes me want to write more.
Not like the way you kiss someone more when they are leaving,
no, because honestly, as Kathy gets better, I am not as driven to tell what is happening.
Right now, I hear rain outside.
There was a time recently, when the rain was inside this house.
It seemed like the sun may never shine again.
It's nice to know the comfort killing cold darkness is again beyond these walls.
It is warm and quiet here.
I am still aware of the need to be careful.
Still, now I pick Kathy up and carry her without worrying that I will hurt her.
I do it even when she is trying to walk on her own.
I think I'll miss carrying her everywhere.
No one ever talks about how good things are.
It's much more interesting to complain.
Being in the storm demands action.
When the storm is gone, all you can do is relax and enjoy it.
Now that I think of it, THAT'S a great idea!
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