I know you know I know.

You know that feeling when you just close your eyes, your eyebrows scrunch up, your mouth blows out some pent up air that feels like it has been in your lungs for months? It doesn't really make you feel better, its finally succumbing to that nice heavy weight on you. But, that's just fine.

I know, some days feel like doom. I know.

I know that because I am just like the rest of people milling around me having good days, bad days. Sparse smiles, lackluster feelings of acceptance of another day.

That's the funny part, the great part. Tomorrow always comes.

Thank goodness. And goodness, who ever you are, thanks for letting me thank you all the time.