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Monday, September 24, 2012
Nothing Much to Say
Personally, I've had times when I've felt lonely, fragile, at the mercy of outside forces. Then I feel fine. Then I sink back down into the mire.
My only Me time seems to be in the early mornings before Bobby wakes up with his daily agenda of things he wants to do, which translates into things that he wants me to do for him.
I look at this blog each day and long to leave some message behind, but I cannot think of anything to say.
This will pass. I know it will. However, it takes time. More time than I remember it taking when I was younger. Wounds are slower to heal these days. Even the psychic ones.
On the other hand, I did get my gold pirate earring.