Been to the doctor, not fixed yet, can do some stationary bike and swimming will be soon, absolutely no running.
Tomorrow someone who knows nothing about us, makes a judgement as to if my son and I can legally spend more time together.
My parents arrive tommorow. They are 80. My mother is probably a manic depressive.
I suppose I was going to write that I feel anxious, stressed out my bucking oak tree would be more accurate but perhaps not as nice. . . . .
change and no change...... life is different everyminute and yet we stress over what the next second will bring knowing I can make bugger all difference in the end to what the day brings. I can only deal with what arrives.
Perfume and Scent Routines - *Details, part I; Claude Paradin: Devises Héroïques, 1551.* Since perfume became important to me, I've become far more aware of all the smells around me, f...
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