I have been silent for the last few days, trying desperately to shed whatever this is that has descended on me. A strange mood, not exactly depression has brought me to a stand still. I have barely managed to do what needs to be done, but there has been no energy left for anything else.
Strangely, it wasn’t really bothering me. I suppose I assumed that whatever it was, it would pass.
Out of desperation, I swept the yard yesterday. What with the high winds bringing leaves from miles around, and every bird for miles looking for food, shedding lumps of moss from the roof, it needed sweeping. I thought if I was out there, it might encourage me to begin the dahlia planting, but no.
Mother Nature always manages to pull me out of the doldrums, but not this time. I wasn’t blue or depressed and when I thought about it, I didn’t feel like me either. If I wasn’t me, who the hell was I and where did all this come from?
I sincerely hope this isn’t another old age thing, along with forgetting everything and failing to hear what is said to me…
This wouldn’t have anything to do with the eclipse tomorrow?
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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