I am having one of those nights. It’s hard tonight, just being on my own. I want someone here, just for a few hours, to hang out and watch TV. I want to doze off in a house with another living person in it. Sorry cats, some nights you are not quite enough company.
I’m sad, I don’t know why, tired I guess, sometimes I just get blue. Therapy by blow? Huh there’s a term that always brings me back to Weaveworld and Cal. Maybe that’s what I need, a weekend re reading a book I really love. I’m rambling. You’ll be used to that by now?
I love you guys, that there is always company and empathy, wisdom and humour and affection for the asking, but sometimes I need those things in the flesh, this is one of those times.
I’ll be fine in the morning, I always am. Never stay low long. Sometimes though, being out here in a village, pretty though it is, having my friends spread across the world instead of down the road…. sometimes it’s the most wonderful thing, but sometimes it sucks.