Fresh Fruit from Jesus

I'm getting up at 5:15 three mornings a week to take Henry to his baseball conditioning practice at his high school. We drive in the dark on wide, empty Los Angeles freeways, and on the way back I see the rosy fingered dawn, as Homer put it. This morning, I climbed back into bed and fell asleep for two more hours. When I woke, the Husband was getting Sophie ready for school, so I helped him out a bit and then sent them on their way to her school. Sophie is doing so well on this CBD tincture -- so well that I hesitate to jinx it by talking too much about it. Funny how that doesn't work in reverse  -- if we talk enough about our misery, we think it'll somehow disappear. We rant and rave, let it out, let it out. The trick is to hold both, the gratitude and the misery and let them fly.