Still here; still missing you; still loving you.
Working third and driving makes it hard, sometimes, to have any other life but working, driving, and sleeping. That's okay most of the time, I think. Less time to brood or feel the aloneness. Less time to listen to the Silence of the Home.
Our Home.
Where you aren't.
I think the blog will be boring if I were just to write that opening line every few days. Doubt that many people would find it useful or helpful. Although there are those out there who would probably be reassured that they aren't alone. I may have to think about that.
Hmmm.
Working third and driving makes it hard, sometimes, to have any other life but working, driving, and sleeping. That's okay most of the time, I think. Less time to brood or feel the aloneness. Less time to listen to the Silence of the Home.
Our Home.
Where you aren't.
I think the blog will be boring if I were just to write that opening line every few days. Doubt that many people would find it useful or helpful. Although there are those out there who would probably be reassured that they aren't alone. I may have to think about that.
Hmmm.
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