It feels different this time around. Although the oddest things still make me weepy (and I sobbed at the video story of two college softball players who carried their opponent around the bases after she broke her leg during a home run), I feel a little less raw, and a little more generally sad. I still struggle with how to make sense of being a loving spouse in the midst of deployment to such an awful war. I guess it gives me more reasons to work for peace, however it comes.
Maybe I'd better go work in the garden.
Really, I need to clean my closet. I'm moving my clothes into our bedroom, to make room in our extra room for my sister-in-law, who's moving in sometime in the next week. I'm looking forward to having someone else around here, even if I'm a little scared of how to fit another person into a little house with too much clutter I just can't bear to get rid of... Wish us luck.
Oh, and if you know what to do with lots of fuzzy green algae in a salt water aquarium, let me know.