I'm afraid I've gotten a bit behind on things, which does happen somewhat regularly. My immune system disorder, or at least some of its symptoms, have been making sleep particularly difficult for several days now. Well, that and I tried to kill myself Friday evening. No, it wasn't attempted suicide. I'm not capable of doing myself in, never mind the fact that I do truly enjoy life, even at the worst of times. It was attempted murder. By my other self. Not a strictly serious attempt, however, or I would probably be dead. But all that is another story, and being a bit rushed at the moment, it will have to wait.
I do want to mention that it is my late Grandmother's birthday today. She left this world over thirty years ago. Her name was Theodora McCarthy. She was a warm, funny, and wonderful woman. And I hope she can be a quarter as proud of me as I am to have had her for a grandmother.
As a last note, starting tomorrow (I hope) I will be posting book reviews for those who are interested, to my other blog, which I have not used in years, it seems, Books & Birds at www.bookblurb.blogspot.com. I feel it would be best to do these at another location as not everyone will be interested.
And so, Goodnight. I hope the morrow finds you well...
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