Done on this astonishingly dismal day. Its almost like sleet out there. Mad O’Brian had dental work done. We went also to Merimbula for Maccas.
And now its night and unexpectedly comes the deep aching. Iz and I should have been doing things together like this. The trauma of the Coma washes over me and all round I am suddenly shattered once again. Outside is full moon and a Venus Jupiter conjunction. Inside – the iced wastelands rise again.
Ah Lord. Wild Places of the Spirit.