Autumn’s come in with a bang hasn’t it! I can feel that downward spiral of mood what with the wind and the rain and the darker mornings and shorter evenings.
This is just a tiny post because I felt like coming on here. No news – unless your poem CD doesn’t work. It plays on some CD players but not others, but it does play on all computers. If you’re having a problem, let me know as we’re trying to sort out the technicals.
Cal is having a whale of a time as far as we can work out. We get regular updates on his food intake still; he’s stopped texting us good morning every morning (hmph – but probably a good sign) and we are gradually getting a bit more insight from him about his course. Not much. Mainly involving napkins and knives. And some rules for something, but he didn’t know what. And opening hours. He seems to be in a lot of clubs as well. But again, a veil is drawn over the actual activities. . . typical student . . .
Not looking forward to tomorrow either. One year since the funeral. And it’s damp and miserable.