It seems trite to say it's been a long time since I posted anything. Of course it has. It's been even longer since I started this blog as a place to think thoughts on paper. Yet more water has gone over the dam since that first post --- losing a house, moving to another, cut back in hours at work and the threat of even more cuts, the deaths of more than one or two people of whom I was fond or at least had some connection to, no matter how tenuous, the completion of a 4-year course of EfM -- and I'm still not much better at the widowhood thing than I was so many months ago. I live quietly, pay my bills, keep the cats fed and the house tidy, keep in touch with friends, go to work, come home and start all over the next day. I'm alone most of the time (well, except for the cats) and that's fine with me. I feel more comfortable in my little place than anywhere else and friends are almost always as close as a phone line if I need human contact. Except for the same worries millions of others have these days, what with the economy tanking and all, things are fine, thanks.
And thank you, God, for getting me this far. I won't even ask what's next becuase I'm not sure I want to know -- or need to.