It was just about this time six or seven years ago that I was feeling joyous and loved, and, oh, thirteen months or so later, weird shit went down. Part of me is worried, because...
things are happening that are filling me with joy and love, again.
On the other hand, I'm not the same woman I was then, and I'm not in the same situation(s); nor am I concerned with the same people.
That said, the household is still preoccupied with medical stuff, as well as a small ant invasion in the dining room and kitchen.
This world is full of amazing, bright-burning creatures, some of whom allow me to love them. 
