I just typed, rainblows, twice.

Yeah, I’m only a little tired. You guys. I have got to stop this. This madness of not going to bed when I’m tired and doing sensical things when FOH goes to bed.

Like vacuuming and straightening things up and laundry. What the hell is my problem? What happens is, I get a third wind when really I should have gone to bed at 9 when I felt like I was about to collapse from exhaustion.

But, whatever. I’ll learn, I’ll get there … eventually.

Now back to my rainblows. I mean bows.

As I was driving home tonight, I had a talk with The People. I find driving time to be an excellent People talking time. I unloaded my worries and asked for a sign. I needed to feel the love, to know they were there.

Lo and behold, a rainbow awaited. Right as I turned down our street. What is it about rainbows? They get me. Every single time.

They make me feel like those seemingly impossible things, they’re as possible as I want them to be. Rainbows tell me that things aren’t just well, they’re f-ing fabulous.