There is a sense of comfort in being able to accomplish certain things.
I decided to come home and do things that make me feel like I am still relatively smart, talented, and accomplished.

I've taken comfort in the fact that I have been extremely productive this week. My apartment is in order and now I can tackle catching up on work related matters.

I decided to fix a big pot of my mama's homemade kitchen sink soup. I call it that because you toss everything in there except for the kitchen sink. I'm sure I picked up the name from somewhere, but that is essentially what it is. I didn't really have any leftovers to toss in there so I made a hearty chicken and veggie soup. I might post the recipe I used if I feel up to it at another time. I am about ready to head to bed now although I still have more work to do. I might have to finish working in the morning. You can't eat two bowls of a nice hearty homemade soup and not feel your lids getting heavy.

While I am working, I am listening to Seal serenade me on his Best of 1991-2004. I really like the acoustic version! I have my candle burning, and I am feeling relatively at peace. I'm still a little anxious, but three out of my five senses are quite content right now.