an explanation.
The wife's folks are noisily drowning in a lake of bile it took them 60 years to fill. And like drowning swimmers they tear and grab at potential rescuers, endangering all within arm's reach.
My estranged mother is seemingly dying of cancer. Our relationship in the palm of one hand- she sent my cousin to the wife's work to have her relay the news to me, and I've been debating whether or not I want to see her.
Not fertile ground for lighthearted posting, and I'm not the sort who usually enjoys public wallowing in private upheaval.
I'll try to get something up at least every few days- I have a backlog of pictures to flickr if nothing else.
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