Good Grief 243

If you had asked me yesterday (when I took this) I would have considered this to be yet another day of domestic essentials and random pointless activity with slightly manic, driven undertones and a hint of 'WTF else do I do?'. Angry. Yes. Sad. Yes. Hurt. Yes. With eyes and body in fast decline and a feeling of 'dead woman walking' and an irritable, petulant sense of life being withheld but being forced to watch it play out relentlessly with hints of selfish ingratitude.
And the constant devastation wreaked by loss on loss and no hint of growth in the desolate loss laden landscape.
Today though, threads appear to weave a connection and the searching of yesterday leads to the finding of today.