Return visitors may have noticed some changes. I felt that my blog should wear mourning colors, as I don’t think I can bring myself to do so. That would make it more real than I can bear.
Don’t mind the bright colors, if you could read black on black, that is how it would be.
I am going to bed now. It is officially Day Four, but as I have not slept, I won’t call it that. When I return, which will be in less than six hours if the pattern continues, I will give you the first official blog of Day Four. Whoohoo.
Is it really three days since my soul was torn to confetti? Shreds keep falling around me. I’d gather up the pieces, but why?