I dream of paint.

...on account of how much of it I've been doing. What's it been? A month since I started? Blech. Another couple of hours at it and I'll be finished for good. I do not recommend spreading such a project over a long period of time. On the plus side, I do think my posterior is slightly more pert from all that up & down on the ladder... ;o)

We've been delegated to home line care due to Kaleb's remaining little lumen clotting faster than they can get the magic juice in on their regular schedule. I kind of like playing nurse - feel pretty comfortable with it, after watching and assisting for the last five months.

I can hardly believe there's only one more round to go. The weight of impending massive relief pins my emotions down quite tidily, which appeals to my sense of order. I know I'll have my complete crumble at some point and every once in a while I feel those unruly sentiments threatening my productivity. I stare at something so wholly "healthy child" of Kaleb's like some silly toy and the cracks pop and hiss across my thin veneer. As the end dances its little strip tease before us, my white-knuckle grip finds less and less purchase. I just hope I can have my little moment, pull everything together and truck on without too much nonsense.

I often think of the many loved ones with their own mountains set before them. Like my own personal news-ticker, the constant reel through my mind holds a solid perspective before me. You each know who you are. We love you and TeamEmms is chearing you all on.