It's the breeze

My bed sits underneath three windows, with cross-ventilation. I can hear almost everything that goes on outside. Someone is warming up their old pickup truck next door, birds are singing (and why not, with such a beautiful day). Oh, the truck left.

When Avi came to me late this morning after working on Chicken Soupers with his dad, he asked me how I'm doing. I said "It's the breeze."

It's sweet and not hot, but no quilt necessary. Warm for mid-February. Sorry, all you East Coasters getting snow today. I think the weather is the no. 1 reason I chose to live here.

Today I started to think about the reality of walking around with only one breast, even if it's for a short time. I've told folks that I said goodbye to the breast when I got the diagnosis, but that was bullshit. I'm working hard to keep myself out of that dark place.

Pray for continued soft breezes.