As I left the parking lot at work for the last time, my redundancy paperwork, few framed family photographs, and my favorite coffee mug (a high school graduation gift from a woman whose daughter I babysat) all packed into my black leather tote, a few rays of sunlight broke through the heavy clouds that had hung in the sky since early morning. I smiled, for surely this is a good sign, right?
Dinner tonight is a glass of red and a slice (or two) of the stuffed focaccia James baked this afternoon. And chocolate cake for dessert, too. Thank heavens for that. And tomorrows. And lessons learned.