Things have been...
I don't know how things have been.
I can barely remember this morning.
Or yesterday.
Or what day it is.

I know I have to work tomorrow.
I know I don't want to.

My sunshine isn't shining. David has faced a terrible loss in his family, and has been swallowed in grief. Heartbroken himself, so deeply in a way I have never seen him ( Read more... )

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It's been a rough few days.
I am well now.
But I am unwell.

There's a song that comes to mind.
But it's backwards.

Part of it says "It is well, it is well with my soul."

Well, it isn't.
I am well, but my soul isn't.
My soul is falling to pieces.
With realizations, not new ones, just old ones brought to the surface.
Never properly dealt with I  ( Read more... )

I've been laid up in bed with a bad flu the past couple of days ( Read more... )

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I am feeling moody tonight ( Read more... )

Things came to a head last night, in a very bad way.
The pest showed up at my house.

I'm not sure how he even found my house.
It is not easy to find.
I chose it for that very reason.
I'm not sure still how he got in.

Richard was here visiting.
He was very shaken.
My rock was shaken.
That makes me so angry.

As fortunes would have it, Michael somehow ( Read more... )

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