A Spiked Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino Kind of Day

It's been a spiked peppermint mocha frappuccino kind of day, which isn't necessarily a bad thing ....

I saw my grief counselor this afternoon.  In this session, as with most of them, I cried, laughed, cried some morre, and had a few revelations. 

This time, though, I brought my iPad with me and let her read some of my blog posts.  I wanted my counselor to have a better understanding about what my life is like when I don't see her.  She said she liked how I wrote and thought my art was powerful.

I feel tired, and all day my allergies have been driving me nuts.  (Sneeze, sneeze, SNEEZE!  Blah!) I feel raw ... and yet cleansed.

I'm going to eat pizza, drink a spiked peppermint mocha frappuccino, and watch some "A Bit of Fry & Laurie".

Cheers, everyone!