Waiting

I'm antsy. I've been in a hospital bed for a week and now want to break out, to walk a million different directions at once. Maybe if I type it out it will help.

I'm sleeping again, blessed be. I am not sure if I have enough in the tank to write much, but I'm okay. My partner's mother is coming to check on me in a few hours. I am grateful for the help while my partner is at work.

I care deeply about all of you out there, all of you who read. You're the ones I do this for, in the end.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.