Still at the in-law home. Plying therapy tools. . . Seem to be holding steady. Seems. . . I have a 36 year herstory of not understanding what seems to be in this place. The mistakes were costly. This morning the silence is deafening and the shadows are industrial strength. No telling what Secrets live in these shadows. Secrets enough to trigger my US Army Signal Corps Training. . . The brighter the light, the deeper the shadow. My father-in-law and his staff are folks of many bright bulbs. Wouldn't be surprised to find one or three of my Army Commanders retired in this neighborhood with industrial strength shadows of their own. I doubt they will ever have enough bulbs to wash away those shadows.

Hubs is holding his own. I think. The nag flags are not snapping too hard. I am glad I came. I feel like I am serving a purpose here, but. . . I am awash in theories and conjectures as to just what that purpose is. No party going on, so the "good little party prop" scenario isn't working. Nobody's ringing the dinner bell. . . JUST a calming presence in the deafening silence?

Plying therapy tools. . . I have wa-a-a-ay too much agitated energy to provide a calming presence.