...how could I not love my boys?

How could I not treasure them, when so often just talking with one, seeing one, hearing one's voice, is enough to turn a horrible depressive frustrated mood into something akin to joy?

Some days I think I must have done something pretty horrible in a past life, to end up with the illnesses and problems I have now... and some days I think I must have been a saint, to have the love and friendship and care and pleasure that I find in my boys... realistically? My last life must have had a LOT of ups and downs... or something... and no matter what it was I did, I'm glad it worked out like this. Yes, things COULD be better... but they could be worse too, and I'll take what I've got, thank you.

Precious boys.

I got to talk with Caleb earlier - by the way, there's a link in his latest entry that you all REALLY should see... I got to talk to Kadin on the phone, got to hear his tears, and let me tell you, small-boy tears are truly delicious things... and now Torian is online, back from school and doing fairly well, amusement and pleasure...

...now if I could just get rid of the nausia, I'd be doing fine. *wry grin* Yes, jax is once again feeling like she's gonna barf.

Don't want to.

Won't.

Ech... bad tummy. Rice candy... that should help. At least, it'll make sure I won't have completely dry heaves.