Kleenex

I've sinned against Blogger society. I've let one whole day pass without putting in an entry. But I was too busy running around at earthly and unearthly hours. And I needed my sleep. I'm back anyway. And I remember that the last time I looked at my blog was through teary eyes and through a tear-stained face too. No it wasn't sad. It was relief. Although to anybody looking at me it wouldn't have seemed so. But it was. Because sometimes things are not what they seem to be. A smile could be concealing the best of pain. And sobs could be the outcome of happiness. I have never been one to understand happy tears. Tears are the body's ways of saying, I cannot cope anymore, I've got to let the water works do it for me. And yet sometimes they are really happy ones, the ones which are a sign of relief; the tears all held in because I'm a big girl and big girls don't cry. Yet I have, and it's been so happy. Funny, never thought Kleenex could carry a happy innuendo.