Good Grief 304

Holidays continue to be odd times.
I had no plans so feeling poorly was as good a plan as any.
I followed the weather which worked out okay.
Probably earned some brownie points catching up with sister, niece and new boyfriend.
And house, the tides, the returning geese ... we all need to check in. We all come to this point, to this place, we all return, driven by something beyond us.

Back at work three days now and it's felt long.
Tonight I tried to remember all of The Song. Best to do it in the bath where it's already wet.
Loss, endless loss.