Sophie, Recovering

Yesterday was a very quiet day despite Halloween. The Brothers were away for most of it, and into the night, too. It was the first Halloween without them, and while I hate to admit it, I cried a little, off and on, all day. Sophie was still home from school, and rather than moon around with her, I got busy cleaning her room, rearranging her clothes, purging the old and too-small and all the while listening to music and chatting to her while she sat on her purple beanbag chair and played with toys. She seems to be recovering nicely from the trauma earlier in the week. It takes days and days for drugs like morphine and Ativan to leave her system, I believe, so I'm hoping that next week will be even better. I'm grateful that we figured out the problem without more medical intervention, and I'm grateful to have these sweet and peaceful times with her alone in the house despite my own melancholy for little boys and Halloweens past. Last night it poured rain for what seems like the first time in years, as I went to sleep, and this morning lacrosse practice was cancelled due to sodden fields. What more could one ask for? The universe is abundant.