Sunday

It's Thursday.  The working week has been pretty frustrating, left to flounder again but people are busy and they don't have time to train me, so I'm not annoyed with them, they maybe should not have been given the task of training me, or have accepted it, if there was no time.

I enjoyed our chat this morning in the darkness, all that was missing was your smile and me being able to give you a hug or to try to make you laugh.

I have so many balls in the air at the moment, it's only a matter of time until I drop one. 

I'm still struggling a bit to write here hon.  I want to write something but my heart's not in it.  Last Sunday it was cold and crisp and today, Sunday, it's bright but cold, it was the same on Friday, such a beautiful day, blinding sunlight and rich golden leaves as far as the eye could see.

The past few weeks have brought incredible sadness and incredible reminders of love.  The only thing you can do at times like these is to keep putting one foot in front of the other.  Sooner or later, the path will begin to get easier again, I promise.