Reaper

I thought it was the wolf in the garden, but it feels like it might be the grim reaper.  Sonia and Jonathan gone in 2 weeks, and waiting for M's results.  Mogh a few weeks ago.  L & M having irregular heartbeats.

Feels like Death is using my facebook friends list as a To Do list.

I am become death the destroyer of worlds.

Season of doom

It is peeing down, autumn is here, money isnt and it is hard to keep a positive thought in your head.  Into this mix we are thrown the bombshell that the breadcrumb's little helper, M, has a tumour the size of a grapefruit.  We are all still in the denial and keeping on going phases.  But it is a gutter for a very important person in all of our lives.  More tests and then surgery.  Let us hope it is still in time.

Woof

here comes the black dog.

And I miss my white cat.

Here comes the rain again

After a late burst of summer the rain and cold are back with a vengence.  My shoulder is aching, its chucking it down, and we are out of money.  I can feel the winter depression gathering strength before it launches at me.

Going to  the gym has helped me be physically in better shape for this winter (the shoulder is nothing to do with that), and I should have plenty of work in the next 2 1/2 months - but the black dog is back sniffing at the picket fence again.

Still, I'm not down yet.  And I'm still alive, in the game, and have got grounds for optimism about the next 3 months.