I don’t think I can find words to describe how happy I am right now. I’m in the middle of one of the highs that I’ve started feeling since leaving overnights, this feeling of hope and love and life that I never felt before overnights.

The trade off, you know, it’s overnights and the lows that come it. I woke up today from fitful sleep and bad dreams and that’s normal, but we spent the day doing the things we’ve always talked about doing as adults. The things we value, anyway.

Tending to the garden. Keeping a clean yard. Getting a small wood shop set up in the basement. Keeping the house clean, and ahead of our chores. Slowing down at least the last few hours of the weekend to have a meal and relax. Food from the garden for lunch, and for dinner.

Erin’s outside watering the garden. We canned tomatoes today and we’ll have marinara from the garden all winter. We brought in one spaghetti squash which, if purchased at the grocery store, about equals the amount we spent on spaghetti squash plants. We have another couple dozen out there.

We’re blasting Elton John (a live album). Loud enough, hopefully, for the neighbors to hear, or to drown out the sound of our dogs barking at butterflies and birds and the wind. The yard and garden has been tended to, our house is in order as best it can be. Today was a good day.