Miserere....

I've discovered that as these past days have come and gone, I laugh less and less...my companion at nights isn't the tired yet sated "end of day" feeling...rather it is an anxious restlessness, an acute frustration and angst...and it attacks right at my core in ways I cannot begin to understand let alone communicate. It seems every bit of headway I make is lost and I am rolled right back to the bottom of the hill to start all over again...Its a broken feeling...like my spirit is slowly dying, and I am going through the motions of a life I have ordered to be on autopilot by sheer volume of activity...I press on...with all that makes my dark cloud hang that much lower...

Suprise Visits of awesomeness!

so, yesterday when roasting in bed with a fever and with no voice to even whisper, I lay wondering why it is that this week of all weeks I should get sick, the week of The University Chorale's concert season! bloody hell... a short prayer and braps what happens? GRAMS TO THE RESCUE!!! 

WELL, she made my day, it was a refreshing though short visit. Love you Grams!!!

more details to come