February 7, 2013
What a beautiful, fluffy, white snow fall this morning! I'm happy to have the physical labor waiting for me...the shoveling of the walkways. I'm enjoying anticipatory pajama time as I sip my coffee and watch the time sneak by. Later today I have my art therapy. I need therapy. I'm in denial of my anticipatory grief. The divorce is looming, Dad's losing the battle of enjoying his days because of the cancer. I miss the camaraderie of my co-workers. Geez...see! I need therapy. I went from beautiful fluffy snow to boohoo. Right in front of the audience.