Nothing's wrong. Everything's right. Things couldn't be righter. Things could be less tired. They could be less busy. They could be less caffeinated. But they couldn't be righter.
When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.
I'm sorry. I know you loved her. It was hard not to.
Long week. Long month. Long life.
She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth.
Gratitude is the proper response for the absolute astonishment of getting to be alive, and aware, and an essential part of this crazy, sprawling story.