.... and waving shyly at the same time. Heck, the number of times I've said this year, "Hello, I'm back (again)!" is annoying me, never mind anyone else.
My depression has been killer this year, I'm usually fine when spring hits.
My job - not sure about long term future - not that I'm getting fired, just don't know if I'm in the right place.
My dogs, my dear old doggies. One of the four had got really frail mentally but was still quite physically fit, so we kept on and on; until I finally had to have her put to sleep about 10 days ago. This compounded by having had to have put one of the others to sleep just 2 days earlier, his was a sudden collapse. What a heartbreak, the house is very quiet.
Anyway, the depression's been lifting; not so much because I'm not in canine intensive care mode but because I've had so many things I've Had to sort out, and activity always makes me better.
I had some great feedback work-wise, and have been invited to an event at Westminster Abbey next month. My little black dress ain't so little any more, so I'm telling myself I'm going to commit to a month. Sure, it needs to be about 10 months + permanent maintenance, I know that; but that's overwhelming at the moment. A month. Even I can manage a month.
London! I haven't been in nearly 40 years! (Except to catch planes and trains)