Strings of streetlights, even stop lights

I love Fairy Lights.

If I had my way I would have them all up year. This is the reflection of the lights in my front window through the blinds, and the slight shine of the tinsel I have "artistically " strewn over the window ledge.

As the lights reflect, I reflect.

I think in the last month, I have aged, 10 years. I gasped in shock today, as I caught sight of a picture of me, and a 7 year old Boy, and recalled the old "mature woman" face I saw in the bathroom mirror not five minutes before.

I need more sleep.

I need to wear make up and do my hair before I step over the door step.

And I need, to keep taking the pills.