It's Friday. A chilly, soaking wet Friday, and I'm in a quiet office. Yet somehow I feel like sunshine. Honeybun has pre-trial today (again - for the umpteenth time). Over 2 years later, and he's going through pre-trial /again/. His actual trial is supposed to start in a week, but who knows if it will actually happen. They've re-scheduled so many times - each for at least another 3 months away. Yet, with all of this, I still feel light. Maybe it's hope. Maybe it's faith. All I know is that I inexplicably feel great.
I am, however, itching to get home, grab a book, and curl up in the nook of my patio to read on this drearily wet day.