missing you...

couple of quiet days off in my bungalow just letting the blues trail their fingers along my spine - missing friends, family, the ocean, the sound of black cockatoos calling in the sky ...feeling like I can hardly remember days free of pain.....but then I get a thump against my door and it's two very dirty local dogs demanding a massage - in return they escort me up to the communal bungalow for coffee where another furry takes over the job and plonks herself on my lap purring and dribbling .... and tomorrow there will be the bears - reminding me why I am here all over again