if I am still breathing, eating, drinking, moving, cooking, cleaning, talking, recycling, taking the garbage out, feeding the kids and cats, going to the store, replacing the toilet paper when the roll runs out, loading the washer, the dryer, the dishwasher, answering the telephone, the e-mails, the kids, the mom, the husband, reading the newspaper, watching the news, making sympathetic head tilts and appropriate noises over sad news, chuckling over funny things, taking my daughter to school, picking her up again, thinking about the future, wondering if I’ll ever amount to anything, wondering if I have amounted to anything, growing tired of wondering, watching movies I’ve been waiting to see (Babel, Factotum, Stranger Than Fiction), planning what book to read next (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas),bathing, brushing teeth and hair, dreaming, remembering Birthdays, planning a garden, mopping the floor, remembering to get the mail, pay the bills, sign permission slips, pack lunches, play board games, pull weeds, pop pills each day. I must be okay then.