Getting Up

We had our first frost last night. The temperature dipped below 30 and I had left the bedroom windows wide open.

It is really unusual for me not to be the first one awake. But I have not been sleeping particularly well, and last night I just crashed. A good, sound sleep - all night long. Bliss.

We were both snuggled way down under the duvet when she woke me with tiny butterfly kisses on the back of my neck.


Martha: You left the windows open last night.

Me: Sorry, but I slept so well in the crispy air.

Martha: That wasn’t sleep, it’s so cold in here you were cryo- frozen. I am defrosting you.

Me: Sweet.

Martha: Yeah, now get your ass out of bed and close the freaking windows so I can get up.


Alright, not exactly how I wanted that story to end.



I have been using this blog to document a rather painful journey through therapy. But I did want to relate that it is balanced by all the abundance in my life.

My children are both healthy and very happy, moving smoothly through the transitions of their lives. They make me smile everyday. Martha and I just celebrated another anniversary. Work is starting to pick up again and I have a major nursing home development to sink my teeth into. Life is good.

I don’t know if I have been through the worst yet. Seems like every time I say it is getting better, something else knocks me down so I am hesitant to say it anymore.

But I am still getting up. Everyday.

Although some days, I admit, it is only because someone kicks me out of bed to close the windows.