It's older here, so I don't expect as much heat from this post.

Now I'm home and too tired for any of that protracted grieving. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.

Cheers friends. Wishing you all something or another.

Maybe a new saying of mine will be "it's always 635 somewhere").

But home, and well, and whole. I almost cried a few times, thinking of old dead so and sos on my flight today, but the public nature of it all was a forced a restraint.

Today is 1 year since my cousin and I slowly gave my grandmother her last doses of morphine, before her final relief. I whispered to her that I'd be okay, and I'd look after and love the family, and I have Mr now looking out for me. She passed 2 minutes later.

Be a light for people.

Started back in the bush 2 years (and some extent clinton nafta). The anti wto, the greedy businessmen are outsourcing our jobs. While grains of truth, the sentiment got buried much deeper than rationales. Bernie is big time protectionist. But I suppose I'm yapping at the yoir.

I mean, maybe not. We don't know. What we do know is he has no qualms about telling the world what's in that noggin of his. And if he really doesn't like gayness, his imagination is betraying him, and maybe he could refocus on what he loves and wants.

It's always interesting, the vivid detail they've imagined and are prepared to share with the world, to imagine with them.

and rural country accent is *chefs kiss* endearing. Hearty goi's. It's a warm January day today, what, 30 degrees Fahrenheit even - balmy practically.

I know of some abandoned mines here and there.

Oh man. How did I not realize there were abroad versions of the mafs trash. Will have to investigate further, for, you know, science.

Seeso

Oh, who was it. A few of those early seasons had a REAL bad (overly confrontational and defensive) therapist. Like irresponsibly bad.