Things have happened.
Nope, I’m still a useless oxygen thief, that seems to be par for the course.
But things happened that I’m still trying to make sense of – how I feel about it. How I’m going to deal with it.
Just the usual shit that happens in a life that’s less than satisfactory.
So, in the meantime, a lovely song, hope the week will treat you well…
Oh rats! At this stage you don’t need complications, and I take it this was one of them. Maybe you need a pet python to clear up unwanted garbage.
Nothing too serious Col π
Just a memory come to life.
But yes, something I will have to work out for myself – nothing for it but onwards.
Stand strong.
Suppose that’s the only way.
Thanks H π
Sometimes, in spite of EVERYthing, we must cast all cares to the wind and SING…try?
I am trying Tess. Wobbly, but trying π