I'm petrified.

  Kidney stones, gallstones, and an ice-cold stone of granite where the heart used to be.

In Dreams

   Dorothy appeared, and by that I mean, as always, she just shows up.  The understanding is that she has been gone, for some time, but there are never any questions or explanations as to where she'd been or how she got back.  This time, she sits in a chair in my living room, and shows me her feet, commenting that she thinks the swelling is going down.  I look; she is wearing shoes which are black and contemporary looking and socks in a muted design.  The swelling around her ankles seems to have diminished, though the  skin looks slightly darkened and a little mottled.  I tell her yes, I agree, the swelling is less, and I vow to myself that this time I will be more supportive and take every opportunity to give her good news.  In my dream I fervently hope this will be true. 

STALEMATE

I'm unable to post on my other blog unless and until Hell freezes over.

Just Rewards

    If you've never asked for much in life, I guess you shouldn't be surprised if that's what you get.