Check Back In A Day Or Three .....

  I've 'been away'. Wrangling with something in my head. It's blocked me, completely, from writing anything on here. The loss of my 'Significant Other' of the last fucking decade. Orange Dog.

 Well, she's gone. Went so (mercifully) suddenly. Then, shit leapt forward so fast and furious, I never really had time to grieve. And that's why I seized up.

 Still am, on that issue. I feel that trying to get all that off my chest might just open the flood gates. Don't feel here, or now, is the time for that.

 But, nor am I enjoying bottling up so much other shit that I'm just quietly bursting to express here. 

 So, tonight, I worked it out that This is my best answer. I'll skip over Orange Dogs death. I'll treat it like I seem to have " Small Horse ". I'll promise to talk about it, later. And then, I may, or not. As it takes me. Okay?

 For now then, I want to just talk about other shit. New Dogs. New projects. New anecdotes and shit about what's going on around me.

 There. A fucking Huge weight has lifted. I've released myself. Now I'm free to tell ye about Pest. Rag. The painting. The hole. Noel's rifle. My brother .....

 Fuck me, what a back log I have! Now ~ Now that I've pierced the abscess, thank fuck! I feel liberated and able to get back to just talking about shit. God, that feels good!  

 Just give me a day, or three. Check back. I'll be 'at it' again. Like before. 

 Let's just accept that Orange Dog isn't up for discussion just now. Okay? No condolences, please.  I'll talk about that, as and when ~ If ever ~ I'm ready and able.


 Llew, man; How's your pup coming on?