What a difference a week makes

When I woke her up yesterday and told her we had to leave in 30 minutes for our support group meeting, she groaned and rolled her eyes. She was quiet on the drive into town. But as her group filed in and greeted her, she responded with smiles and friendly words. On the way home, she kept saying, "I really like those people. They're so nice, and they seem so free and easy. And it's good to be with people who are going through the same things you're going through." We picked up Adam at school, went out to eat, and then ventured into the minefields of bookstore browsing--and did quite well. Whereas last Thursday, she didn't want me out of her sight, today I was gone all day and she had a productive day with the laundry.