@Former-Member @PositivePossum6 @hanami @Judi9877 @Appleblossom @EternalFlower
I slept in.
had coffee
had tea
had toast
watching silly daytime tv
Shower n
then washing
put food out for gecko/housemate
then supermarket for something nice to eat plus newspapers for brain.
also newdaily trivia quiz on computer for brain
then think of anything I need for hospital Friday
plus treats for afterwards
it might not feel like it, but this half of this year is mostly going to Plan, just me griping and groaning along the way
Soon it will be Christmas.
I will be better physically.
Will have inheritance money.
Will be ready to start next phase of my Life
'rising up on the Stepping Stones of my Dead Selves' as it were..
Ha just googled it .. who knew.. lol
I held it truth, with him who sings’
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)

From ‘In Memoriam’
I HELD it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping-stones
Of their dead selves to higher things.
But who shall so forecast the years 5
And find in loss a gain to match?
Or reach a hand thro’ time to catch
The far-off interest of tears?
Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drown’d,
Let darkness keep her raven gloss: 10
Ah, sweeter to be drunk with loss,
To dance with death, to beat the ground,
Than that the victor Hours should scorn
The long result of love, and boast,
‘Behold the man that loved and lost, 15
But all he was is overworn.’…
This truth came borne with bier and pall,
I felt it, when I sorrow’d most,
’Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all. 20