I have been several days without white optimism, and I think tomorrow - the third day successively without them - will be the hardest. But this mentality will probably change when tomorrow night comes.
I am planning our Halloween in New Orleans. I am waiting anxiously for that first evening walking amongst the Passed as the chills crawl along my arms and the smell of Cajun cooking lures me into another spot, my ears tingling with the tunes of saxophones and trumpets. I'm wondering, though, how all of this will be experienced if I do not have the added comfort of P.