Random

~I am feeling very badly broken. The grief that had damaged me so badly because of Icarus' affliction is now compounded by a deep guilt as I have not be able to follow through on taking care of him. That I am emotionally barely able to take care of my basic household duties does not ameliorate my sense of shame. My back has been better for a couple of weeks and I should be doing that which I need to do for him. But most days getting out of bed and feeding myself – and the weasels, both indoors and out – is the best I seem capable of. And forget writing. That is a distant memory...

...and I weep at the slightest thing.