Every path has it's puddle

I finally made it out of the house around sunset, but all eveidence on sun was behind the misty cloudy yuk.

I posted the 3 cards of 3 differing messages.
A thank you to my work colleagues for the kind wishes.
A get well to Big W, whose wrist has been operated on for the third and hopefully final time. I do hope they got it right this time.
A condolences card, for my poor colleague.

The path indeed has it's puddles.