What I was cribbing about has now turned itself into a blessing. Or so I hope. In that respect, the blessings have been pouring on me since yesterday. But two days ago, we lost z mama. I don't want to continue in that vein because then I will stop working. This is my first experience with grief and I pray my last one, and it is odd how it comes in waves. You're fine and your brain is busy warding off any thoughts that want to 'disturb' its peace. And then when you're alone, it HITS. Ya Allah, pour sabr on us.