She tried to sleep without Ativan last night, because she doesn't want to be dependent. It didn't work. This morning, rather than waking up in tears, which has been happening, she laid awake in bed and cried. So, like the logical giant that she is, Gudri got up, showered, and hiked into the back country for two hours to deal with the weariness of lack of sleep and gut-twisting anxiety.
Today has been one of those where she could ramble on and on about everything she's seen and heard, but physical and emotional exhaustion is setting in. Her stories will have to be saved for another time.
She's heard nothing tonight from her husband about the Stipulation. She's trying not to dwell on what that might mean.