Still (sur)Rendering

All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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Mood:
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.

I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.


deus absconditus

Done.

We'll head home tomorrow tonight. In a most selfish way, I'm anxious to go. I miss my bed. We have so much work to do at home, at the store. The kids have missed two weeks of school.

I think Bella is ready for all the house guests to get the hell out. Not to be alone, really.. but to be allowed to grieve privately.

She'll come up to stay with us for a while in about two weeks. There are obviously legal and financial situations to be taken care of.




Thank you, all. Your comments were appreciated. I just didn't have the opportunity to reply and more honestly, typing through tears is never easy.







soundtrack:television - "Jag", I think.


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