i am currently sitting outside on our balcony for the first time this year. it has been one of those days that you just can’t wait to end. i am ashamed to say that the curator of much of my pathetic misery today has been caused by a canker sore on the tip of my tongue. although an extremely unfortunate place to get a canker sore, i would like to not talk or eat for the rest of the day please, it should not have been the destroyer of this sunny day that wanted to be good so badly. i however, would not let it. it seemed as if every little thing went wrong multiplying into one large miserable clump of a sad day. camden also had one of these days. he is inside making brownies determined it has not all gone to “crap”. i admire this quality he seems to have, one where he is determined that every day cannot and will not be wasted by self pity, and if not much, some good had to come of it all. i guess i am trying to call to the gods of patients and kindness by enjoying this beautiful night that has presented itself in the form of a sweet scent carried by the soft breeze. if this ideologic notion of how a bad day should end does not work i think a tylenol p.m. and a early night to bed should suffice. for now i am off to try and somehow muster the courage to eat a warm brownie that is sure to make my mouth beg for mercy that much more, but it’s not every day your husband makes brownies.