Getting There
You don't get over it.
You get through it.
I am slogging thru life at the moment.
One bright spot is this visitor.
Kitty has been setting off my motion detector
many times, day and night for months now.
Two days ago I opened the back door
right after the "ping" on my phone
and kitty walked right in.
I believe he lives in the same model
as I have, as he went straight to laundry room
as if looking for food or litter.
He roamed a bit and left.
I worry for him, don't know how far he wanders.
Local coyotes love kitties.
Today he was back and visited me on porch
where I am trying to find holiday spirit.
Slogging thru is correct term.
Pain so thick and heavy
it needs to be shaken off and shed.
So much additional love
from kids and blog friends who know that
pain far too well.
In the past, doing my House of Hatten tree
would take about 90 minutes.
Yesterday it took me hours as I kept
wandering away or sitting down and just ...well
sitting.
Good thing I'm starting early.
I'm going to be awhile getting there.
Z