Well, the count is up to 4.
That's right, 4 deaths in my family in the last 6 months.
Also, add another 'near-death-scare' with another family member, which puts that count up to 6 in 6 months.
On a happier note, I'm feeling better, both mentally and physically.
It looks like the witch's hut isn't going to sell, and I've discovered I'm pretty happy about that prospect. While I've been taking a short break from writing, I've been spending most of my time de-witching the yard and all the work I've been putting into it is starting to make this place feel a little more like *home*.
...and, if you consider we've moved 8 time in 8 years... the idea of *home* is a little unusual.
We've decided to pull it if it doesn't sell by the end of May.
Also, last night I was kept awake by my brain mentally re-writing scenes from 'Brake Fluid', so I suspect my little break isn't going to last much longer.
I still feel emotionally and mentally exhausted from all the sickness and death, but at the same time, I recognize that I'm alive and I need to get back to living.