Ray and Sylvia

This was one of the pictures on the collage on Friday. It immediately caught my eye. I was drawn to the intimacy of the image, plus the black and white always adds a little mystery.

I was awake early this morning, having a horrible dream. It left me feeling a bit unsettled, but at least the sun was out and it turned out to be a nice day.

I missed Lucy this afternoon which was a shame, but I made plans to see S, my lovely friend. She's recovering slowly, and we went for a little walk around the block. She's very fatigued, and had to keep stopping to perch on the street signs, but we made it back to hers for a cup of tea where we chatted for another three hours! 

I always feel better when I see her, and I hope she does with me too. It'll be nice to have her back at school, but it's still quite a way off. She's got radiotherapy to get through next month, but hopefully after that, she'll be able to pop in and start to get her foot in the door again. 

I felt a bit funny all weekend. Questioning everything. My direction, my purpose, what I want from life.

I guess funeral's make you do that, huh.