There was a storm, as well. Angel - and my parents, I believe - are stranded on the coast. The roads are flooded, the phone lines are down, even cell phones get no answer. I worry about them. Angel can, in the end, handle herself. My father is getting old, though.

I worry.

There are other changes. Things I'm not going to talk about yet, things I don't have words for yet, and things I've already talked about to the people who needed to know. No, it's nothing for you to worry about, my loves - ALL of you - I do know the value of a sober day's reflections on the night before and while I have a very vivid imagination, I also like my comfort, sanity, and life. *grin* I'm ok.

I have some new toys, too. Some are things to be used in person - Torian, you've heard about at least one of those. Some are shifts in myself, new... strengths. Radu, you know what I'm talking about. It's just the beginning. I love this time of year. I feel as if I'm being reborn. Renewed. Awoken from hibernation, from slumber, and by the gods I feel WHOLE.

I know the euphoria will die down soon. The first snow is always like this. So close to a bad night as well, it's bound to be a bit higher a peak than usual. At least my body occasionally does some useful things; for a day or two I'll feel a lot less pain. Here's hoping I'll be ready when it returns.

*slight smile, tongue sliding over her lips, twin fangs slipping between her curved lips*

Eternity has arrived, I think. This should be FUN.