So I had a lovely birthday, thanks in no small part to Gerrit Lansing. And I start to relax, things start to calm down and I am a little less stressed out. Then I get home last night and find out that my grandfather has driven his RV off of a cliff somewhere in Utah. He's okay, things will be okay, but I am back thrown back into my weepy state of family stress and pregnancy hormones.
This too shall pass, right?
I owe a lot of people messages. I'm getting there.