...because otherwise the crazy stress takes over.
The happy long conversations with bunch of friends I hadn't talked to in a while this week.
The power of being in a church so full that when you sing hymns you can barely hear yourself, even when you know you're singing way out loud.
The relief of no lines at the copy center.
The giddyness at being a rebel and borrowing books without others knowledge. (I was desperate. And I promise I'll return it and put it back on the right shelf. And it's not like there's a system in place that will let me check anything out.)
And the further relaxation with new reading material.
The bliss of a long, hot bath. With a trashy magazine to read. And room service cheesecake when I'm done. And cable TV. (And yes, this is drawing on yesterday. But I'm close enough to stressball right now that I'm clinging on to it.)
The hope that there's less that 2 weeks to go here. (Ignoring the fear of the 100 weeks to come.)
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