Well, the storms seem to have passed, and the life gets back into a calmer routine. Chemo is doing very well, and She Who Must Be Obeyed is through the second of what turns out to be five rounds. If all goes well, she'll be done with it come June. Her prognosis is very good. Daughter the Elder confronts her own daughter's ninth birthday this week, and the dilemma that the child's father is not inviting the girl to his wedding next month and the kid doesn't know it yet. Daughter the Younger plows through her last semester's studies, working two jobs, and still trying to have a social life at college. Graduation is set for May. My job is different and yet still grows out of the same ground as my previous work. Representing individuals is somewhat different from representing corporations and their structures. You have to be pro-active on this side of the fence, rather than reactive like on the other.
The Queen and I talked the other night about our Issue. She's coming to accept that she does not lose me--she'll always have me--and that it's OK for her to want more out of a marriage than what she has.
So life is turning out to be a giant redecorating project. I've accumulated tools and skills and memories and habits, all of which are stored in the giant warehouse of my life, and I have this spring to start snooping its corners and wares to pull out items I can use in the rehab-ing. Some of the decor just didn't work. There are some pieces I passionately loved which are absent now. Certain color schemes are just no longer appropriate for me.
I guess the point is, that there's a future still for all of us.
