Miracle on Sacramento Street

I must have some powerful Prayer Warriors in my corner here. I went from 4 mg V yesterday to Not a Damn Thing today. The dread I have had upon waking up is gone, as is one of the notable physical side effects of this whole episode.

Last night as I was finally driving home (after useful therapy and acupuncture appointments), a snatch of the angels' song from Auden's For the Time Being (which I had managed to read over the weekend) burst into my head:

Sing Glory to God
And good-will to men,
All, all, all of them.
Run to Bethlehem.

So I've been running to Bethlehem. And the joy is starting to break through.

Christmas blessings to you all!