Aaaaannnnddd...

We pick ourselves back up off the floor, and head back out for another day of work, come what may in the future.

Because there is simply no other choice.

I used to say, during hard times, that at least I could take the small comforts of life: a nice cup of tea, a slice of pie at a coffee shop or old-style diner, going to the craft store for a half-hour or so. I have to try to turn back to those things and milk as much happiness as I can out of them, and try not to imagine whatever impending changes there may be hanging over my head.

I continue to soldier on because it's all I know how to do.