A helping leash

It has been a while, oh yes it has.

So much has come to pass between my last entry and this. Yet I can only recall so much. But what I do remember, I’ll probably remember for a long time to come.

Grandma Gambit has passed on in an unexpected turn of things. Death has such a grip; it’s hard not to bleed when it happens. We miss her so dearly.

Lecter came down with a serious bout of diarrhea and vomiting. But the boy was upbeat even in a distressing state of discomfit, and rapid weight loss (think: more than a couple of pounds in three days). His optimism is contagious, and I’m happy to say that he’s currently good as new.

A recent case of badly managed crisis left me pretty hollowed out; I felt so numb and dead inside, I surprised myself. It was weird, like I could never be cheerful again.

The rest of the stories, I’m gonna give them a pass. Partly coz they come in such splinters, it’s hard to reassemble them to blog them down. Perhaps in due time I might just write them down, but for now, yes, it’s time to move on.

When I get blind and a little lost in life, I trust you with my leash.