I'm doing well. Though not in the mood to write about doing well. I've been knitting (Shelley's new scowl), walking the dog, working on the road (because the county is too broke to do the work) and visiting with neighbors. I met new neighbors this past Sunday. They invited me over for wine and horses-doovers. They invited the neighbors that live next to my house which I've lived next to since 1993 but never really talked with them much. We are out in the middle of no-where so the next door neighbor could be a mile away (or not).
I'm dealing with slight inner turmoil; drama derived from association with a family member who is dealing with a close friend who has a disorder. This disorder has caused issues though I'm still living life and keeping drama at bay as much as possible. This too, shall pass.
My client from Womencare died on July 3rd. I didn't cry but not because I am unfeeling. It's because I was prepared for her death. She seemed to not want to live anymore. So not crying for someone who wants to be dead made sense to me. It's a long(er) story. (boring!)
I guess I'm on a blogcation of sorts.
Watch, now something will happen and I'll feel compelled to blather on about it.
Oh, Hannah is here.
Bye for now.