Happy Christmas eve bloggypeeps,

I am sitting in a cafe, syphoning power for the netbook as there is no library.
It is damp, rainy.

Last night I couldn't go to church, so I walked and listened to my radio, which I found again!
I was crying a lot.
Eventually I got a bus and had a bus ride and then sat in the pub with a cuppa until late.

Went to sleep in the blanket pile as the rain and wind howled. Woke this morning and stumbled achingly into the morning, struggled to do my toilet and pack my bedding away and wandered into McD's for an orange juice and a bagel, and then came here and got a coffee and some wifi and power for the netbook.

Well it's Christmas eve and I am still deeply weary and lost but the depression so far this morning isn't overwhelming.
Last night I dreamed of my dad, that he had the second stroke while I was there. I think this dream stems from someone connected with the church having the same sort of stroke recently and still in a coma.