I don't think I want to say much about it, other than to say I am reeling a bit, today, about how much changes in one year's time, and also, how little.
I looked for jobs. I made myself two warm meals. I researched new graduate school programs, full of ideas after another employment ministry class at church this week. I worked out, even though I regretted it afterwards, given that I called into work today with a back that was spasming. I watched some Dexter, I read a book, I did an Italian lesson. Lastly I took a hot bath, in which I sipped on a glass of red wine; after nearly three months of not being advised not to drink, it was the most delicious treat.
It was a good day. And I am grateful for every good day.