So, I'll resign myself to the simple fact that I'm not there yet; I'm not perfect; things aren't totally fine... and I guess I need to settle into the fact that that's ok too (as much as I wish I could just snap my fingers and get over it).
In the meantime (there's that damn "in the meantime" again...), I do have some control on other aspects of my life, including dimming the morning sunlight from pouring into my room and waking me up whenever it feels like. Thanks to
The Blind Man (again), I can finally sleep in a bit longer.... or rather, until
Frank decides to wake me up.
