Still no word from PA. My life is starting to normalize again in between the crying jags. I actually felt calm and rested when I awoke this morning, then I immediately felt guilty in a how-dare-I-feel-okay-when-my-best-friend-is-dying way, then I remembered that Leah would think that was very silly indeed and she'd want me to continue living to the fullest. So I'm not going to apologize to myself any more for smiling and laughing and enjoying things, because the more I do that the more I feel like, in some way, I'm still sharing it all with her. Like the Saxton Freymann gallery of extremely cute produce "sculptures" (via Meg at Cute Overload).
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