Maybe good enough to stop being so overwhelmed, to take some photos and upload them, to take a scooter ride. Tomorrow. Maybe.
I was like a small child today, crying into my sheets for homesickness (where is home?) and pain. But my husband brought me food and there were two small flowers on the perfectly arranged plate. And then he went to town, and when he got back he had more flowers for me. He truly knows how to make a sad, sick girl feel better.