Camping out in my apartment with no power and water. Needed somewhere close to town to stay last night and thought, "hmm what about home!". Gas is still working so I am boiling some water for a coffee this morning. The place is a ghost town. It's quite spooky. When I came in last night, all you could see was the occasional candle burning in a window and you could hear the sound of laughter and conversation as people learn that there is is life without TV. I sat and read my 'making your soul happy' books by candlelight. I felt like I was out in the bush.. it was so quiet. I was delighted that Warren had turned his generator off in our courtyard. My next door neighbour was home. For the first time in my life, I didn't mind the smell of his cigarette smoke. Made me feel less lonely!
Was thinking last night about where my ol' blog is heading this year. Pretty houses and decorating just don't take my fancy quite yet. I am healing my heart, rebuilding my soul. "The Soul That A-M Built"?
I am just going to take it as it comes. It is so good to be back.
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