I had a blue funk day yesterday. Hearing that my sweet raccoon is doing great was nice but I went into grief mode. No, it would not be fair to him to visit. He would expect Mom to take him home; I would be abandoning him all over again. Raccoons apparently never forget. So I weathered the grief thinking of how much worse it is for those who have lost children - at any age.

It did not help that it was a dreadful grey day, cold and heavy. And that I wonder if we will ever get this place together. Once again - dependence on. "It would be a good idea to paint upstairs first..." Then he tells me about other concerns and maybe we should gut the BR.... So, Andrea is getting ready to do all this nasty sort of stuff and I suggested we just buy a place in the country.

The Danish say "ten moves equal one fire".

I'm going out to replenish our supplements. This is all I can cope with right now. But, I'm OK, just need to let the muddy water settle so I can see the fish. At least the sun is shining!