1.  I am surrounded by love.  That sounds hokey, and it’s certainly not little or trivial enough to put in this space, but it’s real and sincere, and some days, it’s all I can think of.  I am so lucky.  My life is blessed, despite the rather huge instances of sorrow that weigh on me too heavily sometimes.

2.  I dreamed of babies last night.  Specifically, I dreamed of a very preemie baby.  Mine.  Who was bedding down in, of all things, cat litter.  Blue cat litter.  Unused cat litter, but cat litter nevertheless.  Why?  Because it was soft and absorbent and would conform to little sprog’s body.  I was breastfeeding, and worried because we’d gone 8 hours or so without feeding sprog.  Who was fine.  Hungry, but fine.  Anxiety much?  Dreaming of bedding my future sprog down on refuse, and forgetting about him for hours on end.  Ah well.  The prednisone dreams are here.  It was still, despite the weird, a nice, happy, baby dream, and I’ll take those whenever I can get them.

3.  Today’s specimen collecting, er, came off without a hitch.  Despite last night’s late-into-the-night merrymaking.  Despite reports of heavy traffic.  Despite potentially icky weather.  One more hurdle cleared.

Whew.

4.  It’s beautiful out today. misty, but warm.  I’m planning a day of chowder, bread, and DVDs.  Because I’m wild and crazy, like that.

5.  Christmas is over.  It was nice, I made out like a gift-receiving bandit.  The gifts I gave were much-appreciated.  No emotional break-downs whatsoever.  And it’s over.  Relief.  Deep sigh out.  Whew.  Again, with the whew.