It’s been a bad month. Ian and I lost Seth. I wrote about his passing in a place where my friends visit regularly. Also this month, I went under the knife, and no sooner than I recovered from the surgery pain, everything returned to the way it was before, with bloating and tummy aches. School has taken a backseat to a strained relationship and anger. This means more knitting and more crying and less of pretty much everything else.
