Waiting to Exhale

Reader, I took my first deep breath in five days at 10:39 this morning when I got a text from Husband saying he was at the airport waiting for me to pick him up.  He had been in India for business and became ill, so spent an extra three days there during which I was never quite sure how well or ill he was.  Between this small worry on the homefront and the terrible news from Japan and other quarters of the world, my brain has been complete mush.  I've been doing things like forgetting my own phone number and boiling my teakettle dry.  And ignoring the po-world and this blog.

I confess, I am not so very impressed with my ability (or lack thereof) to remain calm, centered, and clear-headed in times of worry.  But, I've just finished screwing my brain back in its socket.  Now give me a couple more days of deep breathing and I think I'll be back to normal.

As for now, it's Husband's birthday and I'm off to cook someone's favorite dinner and dessert... . (By the way, he's weak and weary but he's going to be fine).