Post Script

Tonight was not the greatest night. Husband is at rehearsal, which is good and is needed, but often leaves me feeling very lonely. I almost started a fire in the kitchen because I accidentally left a grill pan on top of a lit burner. (Praise God I left the kitchen light on and had to go back to turn it off, or I might have burned the house down.) On top of that I was hit recently with a string of sicknesses (first diagnosis being that my swallowing problem and sore throat is actually acid reflux, second being bacterial vaginosis and a yeast infection) which means all I do is swallow pills. Finally, when I ran to the grocery store tonight (what a fun way to pass a Friday), two African American guys watched me walk out of the store and then hovered as I put my groceries away, cat-calling until I got in the car and locked the door. All of which means I go to bed tonight scared and frustrated.