Storms

Still in bed, and with a stiff neck. BigSis is in the shower. Today we are going to lunch, the flea market, home for rest, dinner, movies or the mall. What a life!

Remember when "Haven Avenue" was really a "haven?" Now it is part of the insanity and I have only escaped it here, although he follows me in my mind and in my dreams.

Last night there was a terribly violent thunderstorm that woke me and BigSis up. Electric lightening brightened the room and flashed and screamed and the thunder roared.

But tomorrow that will be a week ago and my breast is stills scarred.

BigSis is coming out of the shower in a minute and it will be my turn to go in...

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Later, and sitting outside. I wonder if he is thinking of me...