In sand and fog you'll find me

Inevitably, some days are better than others. A fact easily acknowledged the moment I realized I was leaving clouds of white tissues in nearly every room of the house, as if some Hansel and Gretel trail back to the box of Kleenex. And I'm guessing that when you've fallen this far beneath valley of the shadow of "God, I feel like shit." style-stalking and considerable amounts of retail therapy probably weren't exactly what the doctor meant when he said, "Feel better."

Thank you Honey-b for my completely unexpected/customized cheer-ups!