Stifled

This photo has almost nothing to do with this post*

When I was a kid (I’m giving away my age again) we used to watch All In The Family. Archie used to tell Edith to stifle when he wanted her to stop talking. Often what she had to say was right and important. I feel the same way. Do you know that feeling like someone is standing on your throat? Like you want to explode but you know you can’t so you just sit unable to speak. That is how I feel. There is drama outside of my house but it is effecting us. The wheels are in motion and there is nothing that can be done. So here I sit unable to function normally. Unable to fix it. I need the scab to heal and then I’ll be better able to move on. Until then things will be… different.

*When we were in Florida the Husband bought one of those citrus trees packaged for tourists. He picked a lemon tree and to my utter amazement it is doing really well on the porch. H planted it in compost from the compost bin, hence the weeds. All the light green leaves have sprouted just since we’ve been home. I never thought it would do this well. At least something seems to be thriving around here.