The storm from yesterday has passed. The clouds are drifting apart, allowing me to glimpse some blue sky. I went for a long run, up and down the trails, pushing myself until I could barely breathe. When I finished, I was physically shattered, but calmer. My hands had stopped shaking.
I begin my 12 day road trip down in the South Island tomorrow. I'm excited and scared. I'm looking forward to it, but terrified of a hundred different things that could go wrong.
When I get back, V will finally be back. That, at least, is comforting.