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[the_rck]

Cordelia walked herself to school today. She simply looked at me when it was time to go and said, "You don't have to come." So I didn't. I worried a bit about her crossing the street because traffic can be heavy at this time of day, but she must have done it fine. Nobody called to ask why she wasn't at school or anything.

This is both more convenient for me and kind of sad. It means that, most days, I won't leave the house at all. Not that five minutes outside the house really meant anything to my agoraphobia. It does mean that the money we spent getting me new boots is kind of wasted. For the most part, all I've been wearing them for is walking Cordelia to the crosswalk (she stopped allowing me to cross the street with her some time last year. She also stopped allowing me to hug her goodbye last year).

I will still walk her to school on Fridays. Scott and I deserve our bagels even if Cordelia would rather not have me there (she says bagel Friday is more fun if I'm not there).

Since I woke today with a migraine, I went back to bed after Cordelia went. The naratriptan (I think that's what it's called-- the generic for Amerge) had kicked in, so I wasn't hurting any more, but I was feeling kind of draggy. I had vivid, semi-anxiety dreams during my three hour nap. This is the second day in a row with headaches and naps. I can only hope that tomorrow is better. I have things I want to do with my mornings, things that aren't naps.

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[evalerie.livejournal.com]

**hug**

[the_rck]

Thanks.

Cordelia's growing up. I knew this was coming, and I knew it needed to happen. I just have mixed feelings about her getting older. It's a wonderful thing, but each step, I feel like I lose something, too.