Thanks MotownJohnny. I've been getting a little more done on my hobbies now that my son is back in school. Nothing like a book and tea or just taking time to write in the journal. Just too many reminders, though. It's hard to escape. Found some pictures at my parents today out in their garage of my Tadpole, one of my 2 missing cats, while looking for some of my salvaged CDs to see what's still okay and what's not, and didn't hold together well. He was so beautiful and precious to me, and I was so proud of him - all my cats. They were just more children to me aside from the human one I have. Working out of one of my salvaged French books the other day I'd cleaned off - oh wow, some fur on the page. Looked like Chloe's. A brick here and there in the yard from the house being demolished. We had such a nice house. My husband hasn't done anything at all this summer as far as getting our yard fixed up, so it still looks like a nuclear war site with some grass here and there in spots. It makes me so sad. I do have a lot to be grateful for and am. Just not a good time of year for me. Too much "this time last year" going on... And will be all through fall til December 3rd... And now this trip - the same old thing happening all over again... I thought I was doing better and improving, but I'm not in any way ready for 2 whole days alone just yet. When he told me I thought I was going to faint. May stay with the parents. Not sure yet. That's not very brave or strong of me, but... Just feel life keeps kicking at me. I'm tired of it.