Exhale

A few minutes before midnight, I got a text message from my daughter.   She wanted me to know that she has a phone again.    She didn't answer any of my questions, and sounded (to the extent that one can "sound" in text) more than a bit manic.  I have tried to phone her and can't get through to either her or her voicemail, which is perpetually full.   But that text "sound" is as identifiable to me as a voice print, so there is no question that it was her.   For the moment, then, things are as normal in my life right now as they ever are.    That's a good thing.