Today was a day. A day and a half.
Today was a day when I was glad that my mother in law likes to cook a big family meal on a Friday.
Today was a day when all those annoying little fears that you can keep a lid on most of the time come to the surface. Come to the surface and party.
Today I drank a bottle of wine (pretending it was Dornish Red) while watching Game of Thrones and The Good Wife, I stroked my cat who had missed me, and I cried because I'm scared that people I love will die, which is ridiculous, because people I love will die and there's nothing I can do about it.
"There is only one god, and his name is Death. And there is only one thing we say to Death: 'Not today.'" - Syrio ForelIt's the simple things like that that show how lucky I am, and me gushing about them is why I shouldn't drink a bottle of wine.