I don’t cry for effect. I can’t help them when they come. I’m full of water. And I’m not good with antagonistic situations, or dealing with shows of other peoples’ rage. I wind him up. Of course I do. We are close and share most of our waking hours. But yesterday I had not resolve and the coffee (he claimed) made him fight-y. In the end it was OK, it always is. We make it so.
Saying hello to the blow-up Santa helped to cheer me as did seeing a newly lit tree in the window of the insurance company on North Parade. The more the merrier. Give me light and lots of it, please.
