I'm beginning to get a little of that overwhelmed panicky feeling that I get when I'm behind in more stuff than I'm accomplishing.
That said, my dear friend Sandra said to me this afternoon,
You know it's all gonna work out, don't you?
I do now, dear friend Sandra. Thank you and love you. You are no longer just S.
I have another dear friend - who, along with Sandra, seems to "get me" - that will be having a hard day today. Sweet slowly turned to bittersweet and is now sour.
Remember, I'll pick the bugs or help you hide. Whichever you need. Love you.