Thank you.
The darned estate details drag on.
The Post Office adds its own misery, I am charged with being AWOL.
I still have not really grieved, being tied up in work and details. And again, I cannot go hunting in my traditional way this year. I have not set camp since Hurricane Sandy. I need to heal, to amalgamate my memories with my spirit, and the spirits of so many dead relatives. I need to plan my future, or it will remain in a holding pattern, as my life has for the last decade.
Time seems to be in scramble mode, and I just need to stop.
Can't happen, so I hope I have the reserves that will help me to just carry on. So glad that I have a job (so far) and your support.
Pila maye.
Killdeer