So, I have decided that this block, which has sprung up in my mind against writing, is from the dark side. Thus I am going to make myself write something every day by using the daily prompt, and with luck, pull some personally Juicy tidbit of insight from my psyche (snort, snicker, guffaw) or more realistically, to practice, practice, practice, until perhaps someday, in another universe far far away, there won’t be so darn much resistance.

Of course, I never stick with anything for long, I will invariably miss days, or use old prompts, and I am sure a lot of it will be bad, really really bad.

Hum……So it will kind of be like my cooking, yep!

Ps. My grandsons piano lessons and the Star Wars music they are learning might have had some influence 😉 For it is the Imperial March day and night around here.

The sweat glistened on Stacey’s brow as she contemplated taking her next deep breath. For truly, in her current state, serious planning was a necessity. Because, well, with each attempt, came shuddering chills and hacking coughs, thus one must mentally prepare for the pain which accompanied such activity.

Pish Posh……Glitter Glisten

Ps. I am fine. Though I would go to the doctors for some cough medicine if it wasn’t a Federal holiday. I will go tomorrow when my doctors in, because an emergency room full of miserable sick people is not something I want to face today, and besides, I only have started continuously expelling nasty stuff today, yuck yuck yuck! I know right.

I also now slightly comprehend how one could let their lung infection linger until the point of no return, for it is all so gosh darn painful and exhausting.  Also, I am sure all the people I live with would drag me in kicking and screaming if I were foolish enough to not go myself. Still,my wishful side is planing that tomorrow morning I will awaken to complete recovery, so don’t go crushing on my bubble, I kinda need it right now.

❤ Belinda

The cat really did get hit by a car this time, she’s gone……..waaaaaa

I am so sick, that once every decade kind of sick……..waaaaaa

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah……..waaaaaa

Okay, okay…hum?

I don’t feel better, but I really didn’t expect to…….WAAAAAA!!

Of sound mind and body I hereby swear….hum? It is a wee bit disturbing that a person that is incapable of making rational decisions can still sign away their rights of self-determination. I do understand the need, but it is disturbing none the less. For when dementia is settling in, it appears that there is this short period of opportunity to have power of attorney signed over to another. It feels so manipulative in its very nature, this finding of the sweet spot of reasonableness, when the paranoia, which can accompany a disease of the mind, is in ebb, but complete lucidity is not present. For if a person is completely present, why would they need to sign away their rights?….sigh.

Sound