Hanging in there...

I've dealt with the mail. With much trepidation I opened all the envelopes and much to my relief, everything was much simpler and less complicated than I had anticipated, so I dealt with all of it and at the same time brought my administration in order and I just got back with Jesker from a walk to the local mailbox. There, that's done for now until the next round of mail.

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I wrote the above a few hours ago. Since then I've had a phone call that has set me back quite a bit and to be honest with you, my mood has plummeted and I'm not sure if I'm going to finish writing this post, because I can't discuss with you the nature of the phone call without seriously damaging someone's reputation, yet I don't like to write in riddles.

I don't know if this has caused permanent damage to the mood I was in, but I'm afraid I'm not doing so well right now. A ghost from the past is haunting me and I would say that is very bad timing coming as it does after my wonderful memories of my son.

I feel I am back in the old territory of sadness and pain and it feels as familiar as an old worn coat."Oh yes," my whole being is saying, "We know this, we feel right at home here."

Suffice it to say that I'm making this a very short post, because I have no happiness in me to write anything cheerful.

Sorry about that.

Ciao...