It is Monday. The long weekend finally behind me and the promise of tomorrow at hand. I have a plan. It only includes me and not Roger. He is gone again, into his world of fantasy and folklore. I truly have no clue, nor do I want one.

Today will be a good day. I have many things to do and accomplish, the pieces of my life finally coming together like an intricately spun cloth. All that glitters is gold for me today and no one can take that away. No one and nothing despairing or dreadful. It is in my heart and my stars.

Will it last? Will I succeed? I can only pray that I do. Nothing more, nothing less.

Say a prayer for me too, my friends. Thanks.