I didn't die...I just fell of the face of the earth for awhile! Last year I was ill after the New Year, but this year I decided to get ill at my son's house where my moaning and groaning could be witnessed, and where Matt could engage with hujan beings while I wriggles and writhed aroubnd in my bed pumped up on Gravol, which did little or nothing to relieve my symptoms. I drove home in this state, with the windows down for the first 2 hours, much to the dismay of my son and my dogs! The alternative, I told them, would be much nastier than cold air!!! A week later, and I'm still weak, having lost 15 pounds in the process. There are definitely better ways to lose weight, but I'll take what I can get. So off to a new year....new challenges,...new revelations...and I'm rooting for a new member of our family to be created!!! I promise to do better with my postings, which dwindled down to nothing, and probably for the best as emotional pain is difficult to share. At present I do not want to die, and Iwill hold out hope for a new season to my life. My mother turned 90 this past month, and though I wouldn't want to be 90, it does leave aspirations to perhaps a second part of my life. Who knows!!!!
