When I posted yesterday I forgot to mention an extraordinary thing that happened Wednesday night (besides not getting pooped on, barfed on, snotted on, scratched or bit).
I was sitting on my couch watching SYTYCD and had the strangest sensation that I was being held. The strong kind of hold like when you feel a man's hands on your face just before he leans in
and takes for a kiss....or when you get one of those standing bear hugs ( naked, of course). There was a strength to it that was comforting...and then the feeling just lingered, quietly giving me peace.