That is, until yesterday.
Since yesterday afternoon, that candle is burning as prettily as you could wish. Nice robust flame, glass absolutely clear.
Also, my husband's doctor called us about a couple hundred dollars' worth of insurance snafu that we just discovered; they are going to straighten it out.
And – here's the weird part – I'm still struggling with some of my oldest fears. But now my effective "pacifiers" have dwindled down to two. I can't eat about it any more and feel better; reading science fiction doesn't soothe like it used to. No, I have only two pacifiers left:
- Plan your work.
- Work your plan.