It is April, it's rainy, and it isn't helping my mood.

Well, we are already a third of the way through the year. It seems I won't make it to June before hearing I need surgery like I have the last two years. Going to see my eye doctor about cataract surgery. Are we having fun yet?

I find a lot of my life is slipping into my writing. I'm doing my best to camouflage it the only way I can, but I think, at least in some ways, that is normal. Just doing what I can to get things done before deadlines.

This will be the first month that I am not sending out postcards. It is for varied reasons. One, I am barely being acknowledged by some. Two, I am finding it harder to see to write lately. Finally, it is just expensive. I wonder if people will notice.

Finally, there is something I want to note. It is something I learned a long time ago. Words have weight. They can build people up or tear them down. I try to be judicious with my words, but I've had reason to be. I've forgiven things people have told me are unforgivable. Yet, the same ones I've taken back countless times are the first to wound me fatally when I misstep. It takes a long time to heal, never mind trust someone again.  Remember words can build a bridge or forever isolate you. The choice is yours.