Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
He had such hope that he was going to beat it.
{{Connie}} Stephen was like this always. He insisted that he would live every day with the expectation of beating it and wouldn't allow any discussion of any other option. Looking back he was right. I am grateful that he never lost that hope.
I'm sorry that so much strength and courage is required to get through the constant reminders of loss.
I'm a little worried about how frequent crying is going to affect the cataract surgery.
I am into the land of bad anniversaries.
You and me both. It fucking sucks. I hate that you know this too.
I'm picking up the pieces of those plans every day.
Also fucking sucks. It's OK to not deal for a while. Your mental health is important too.
{{{{{Connie & Maria}}}}} I'm sorry.
The daylight is getting longer. Not that long ago, it was pitch dark at this hour. Now there is sunlight on the valley--though not for too much longer. I've come to dislike the dark very much.
Pleased that W.S. enjoys my bird stories. I shall keep you updated; I myself will be fascinated. So glad the kids came by and confirmed what I was seeing. My vision is that terrible even with the progressive lenses.
To Harvey, I say: spoon! Old cats rock. Mine is still here to make my lap glad.
Not being the assiduous watcher of tv that the other cat, Sammie, is - Harvey wished to know what was on the spoon. I had to explain pop culture references and superhero battle cries to him. He gave me such a funny look.
tears are lubricating, right?
I miss being able to enjoy food. I feel awful tonight.
askye, I'm glad you went back to the doctor and that Will was able to accompany you through it. I hope the new cough medicine helps.
Connie and Maria, my thoughts are with you. Connie, I know it hurts to remember and there's nothing that can really help that. I keep turning back to the Stuart Scott quote from his speech:
"When you die, that does not mean you lose to cancer," Scott said in the July speech at the ESPY Awards. "You beat cancer by how you live, why you live and the manner in which you live."
By that measure, your husband beat it. Probably cold comfort, I know. But your viking fought all the way.
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Katerina Bee, thank you for the bird stories, they are charming. And billytea, thank you for the sci fi (but not Syfy) twist.