Monday, May 21, 2012

Rambling: Back home

So, I'm back from the funeral.

I'm tired. I'm stupid. I'm having occasional inexplicable moments of murderous rage at trivial things. (OK, not that I'd actually murder anyone. Or even yell at them. But, you know.) I ate chicken and ice cream that Himself got for me while I was gone. Himself is not the target of the murderous rage. I like Himself.

OK, that's not much of a post. But I was getting all writers-blocky. So here it is.

Image: By Sfeol. Wikimedia Commons.


  1. Oh, Chickenfreak, so sorry about your loss. Don't worry about not writing much for a little while--you'll get back on. Love the cat picture. Take care.

  2. You are bereaved, so anything and everything you might feel is understandable. For example, you are now "rambing", I see. It is all totally natural.

  3. Sending warm thoughts your way.

  4. Thanks, you guys. I suspect that the rambling is going to be continuing, hopefully at at some level of coherence.

  5. I'm not sure people are realizing just how complicated your feelings are. Getting them sorted out a bit will help some, so I hope you manage that sometime soon.