beautiful spring morning.
hubby at work.
all is well, except for the massive 9 legged huntsman that's asleep in the hallway.
'it's ok' i tell myself in my best reassuring voice, 'i'm a mature adult, it's one thousandth my size, it's asleep and the poor thing is disabled (9 legs)'. i've even named it 'Herman' because naming your fears makes them less scary.
so far the mornings going well. i'm feeling proud that i'm not being ruled by fear. i've even done a little relaxed reading.
but the tensions rising. i need to pee and Herman's blocking my way to the loo...