Winter is Coming…

Actually, in this part of the world, winter has arrived. The snow on the trees is encased in a coating of ice and I hear the occasional crack as a weak branch gives way under the sheet weight of water. The sun is coming and within the hour, my outside world will be transformed into a blaze of crystal.

I am still inside. I am recovering. It wasn’t the flu but this season’s cold laid me low for almost two weeks. It kept me from work and derailed my gym sessions. I survived on chicken soup, turkey soup and clear broth. I binge-watched television, slipping in and out of NyQuil haze and wondered when I’d feel myself again.

I’m getting there.

Thank you for your patience. What I will share – Getting old is not for the faint of heart. It’s a constant balance of knowing when to fight and when to accept.

Thank you, Ms Buffy, for your efforts on my behalf. They are so appreciated!

And thank you, my readers, for your patience!

 Chapter 32 – Swinging Away

And So We Dance…

Sometimes you notice that after you’ve made strides forward, you find yourself repeating old mistakes. Eric Northman, for all he’s a thousand years and counting is not immune. Good thing he has Pam.

All my best, and thank you, in particular, to my friend and editor, the amazing Ms. Buffy.

Chapter 31 – Allemande