This is the first day I have felt at all like writing in a couple of weeks.  I haven't been sleeping well, and last night we made a very concerted effort to help me get a little more sleep, and it worked.  Not perfectly, but I got more than I've been getting, and I feel quite different.  Good different.

Our anniversary was lovely, thanks for asking.  We went out to dinner and exchanged presents - actually the night before, because we had to go listen to a lecture on heart attack on our actual anniversary.  No really, Joey's mom was giving the lecture.

As of yesterday, I've lived in Toronto for one year.  I think that is a topic that deserves a little more time than I can give it now - I'm just taking a little break at work at the moment.  But it's for real - I live here, after a year, with no plans to go anywhere.

In six days, I will turn 32.  With everything that I've been through, a birthday is sooooo not scary.  More like a badge of honor, made it through another one kind of thing.

Then, just two days after that, my parents arrive for Canadian Thanksgiving/American Columbus Day weekend.  Maybe having my mommy here will help me sleep.  You never know.

More soon, I hope.  Talk to me.