I am too down to post.
Too sad to do funny- either funny.
I am not sure why.
It could be the Black Dog, paying me back, for keeping him artificially, at bay .
Or it could be the tears that I have not cried, over the death of my beloved Aunt.
Whatever it is, it has to run it's course.
I see the glimmer of light, struggling behind that cloud.
I have to believe it will shine again on me.
For now, it is too dark.
To believe, or see.
Bread, He's A Good Lad.