Take Ten

Short break, there. Couldn't I get at least 15? No, no apparently not.

Endurance.

Bloody hell

Yesterday, today, tomorrow. At least it's not early this time. Curl up in a ball time.

Mark.

Bloody buggery

Once more with feeling. Just another damn thing. Off early, good to be home when I'm like this.

Bugger.

When the name echoes

Eve of our move-in anniversary. We think, 22 years, but we've never been much for counting. We just celebrate Canada Day for our own reasons.

Sent for a sherpani bag, because it's good, but the name resonated with the PTSD training imagery.

Dropping as the rain from heaven

Echoes of ancient shouting, far away, nothing to do with me anymore. No need to poke at it, though. Staying away from sites extolling fathers.

Probable last day, although down to the last drops.

Giving up on it ever being over.

Another day off, a vacation, away from home, and so it begins. Very uncomfortable drive home, could be worse. Spotting on the way out the day before.

Last real vacation ruined, in part, this way.

Until nearly 8

Dreamed of D having problems. And a leak in the roof pouring down near the front door. And something else I can't remember.

Eleanor snuggled in, to make sure I slept.