As long as I stay in the stream, it's good. It's all good. What I have in my life is enough, minute to minute. As long as I don't overanalyze, or project my nightmares.
What I have makes me happy. And this is all that matters.
Now I have to go to bed, because I am still sick and lack of sleep last night did not help, although the sweet drone of snores was a nice soundtrack for my antihistamine-induced wakefulness. Of course once the antihistamines wore off, it was my snuffling keeping me awake. No winning.
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