Their Bad Mother

I said the other day that life would go on, and it has gone on, in its way, although it’s really gone on in much the same way as it was going last week – dealing with death and its aftermath, although now we have the added complication of a forest fire raging at our doorstep and it just all feels a little apocalyptic and that’s making it hard to cope.

So, yeah. I’ve not been able to post. I’ve not been able to do much other than try to get through all of this stuff. That, and try to keep my heart quiet. Still. Peaceful, to the extent that it can be.

Which means that I need to try to keep everything quiet. Still. Peaceful. While I muddle through this.

I hope that you’ll bear with me.

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