Hey peeps,

I haven't felt much like writing. It's hard to write when you are between death and grave.

I have bee watching 'Under the Dome' on Amazon. In some ways it's true to the book, in some ways the story runs very differently. Barbie is a lot like he was in the book.

I haven't really recovered from the police beating, physically and mentally. I am struggling to even put my affairs and possessions in order because I am stupid with shock.

It is hard to think, but I try to think in terms of it being the end of a very horrific and comfortless life, and I try to have something reasonably appetizing to eat and I read and I watch things like Under the Dome, and try to find decent books to read. But when I look at this beautiful place that I chose to call home even though I knew the Church would destroy  it, I just cry. And I don't see the beauty, I see the swirling blackness of approaching death.

Do you remember this?  September 2016 after the seige of my home by the police for the church:

https://lifeafterthediocese.blogspot.com/2016/09/