Elayna and I are bopping along to Sophie B. Hawkins and Tom Petty, and missing gwynraven, and are still in our nightshirts (mine: AIDS Walk 2005; hers: my sister's bat mitzvah), and generally having a very slow day, which is okay by us. We are fairly quiet, which is fine, as we don't need words; a smile, a touch, a hug.
That's right now.
Tomorrow I will get my BPAL swaps together and packed and mailed. Tomorrow I will decide which suits will be listed on Craigslist.
But today, I am going to go lie down, let myself rest.