It's rare these days...but it happens...and I luxuriate in it. I'm in a denial blanket...warm, cozy, and content. It's hard to explain...but I could swear that I'm going home to Chuck after work. I have that same old happy feeling...daydreaming about him...looking forward to the end of the day. It's strange...but I'll take it for what it's worth...and I'll enjoy the daydreaming and the warm fuzzies. It's like a reprieve. As ever, I'm in awe of how God designs us and heals us...or simply gives us time to catch our breath.