The Universe Quivers

I had a heart-warming email from Stephen today. It seems that everything is going to be OK. He has told me: ‘You will recover from your illness, get back to town, get a wee lass and be happy. Whether you fucking like it or not!’ When Stephen decrees like that, the universe quivers, so I feel eminently raised. I just feel better for having him watching my back and kicking my arse.

I also had an email from Surreal Girl that casually told me I was going to be better by June. Her confidence that I’m going to be OK was also cheering. I am surprised by how buoyed up ahead of tomorrow’s medical tests I feel.