Wandering.....

The other day I was reading a funny blog and it led me to another blog and another and pretty soon I had a whole bunch of blogs open to read. I have gotten stuck on one, though. It's not a blog that everyone will enjoy. In fact, there are not a lot of people I would recommend it to, just because of subject matter. But I can't stop reading.

I am haunted by the stories of the survivors.

No, I am not going to unload a huge, horrible story of my own. I don't have a horrible story. Just a tiny one. Really tiny. Minuscule. But it's amazing that even a tiny one can drastically change how you see the world.

So even though I really don't have anything in common with these people, I can't stop reading.

I don't know. This post can't make much sense, I am sure. I have been in a strange mood for awhile now. Distant. Not depressed, just a little hazy. Strange. Don't worry, I'm fine. Just slow.

Processing.

What, I don't know. But there is a side effect to my strangeness. I get creative when I am like this. I started decorating my plant shelves. I did a great craft project I hope to like well enough to display in the living room. I helped with humanitarian stuff today, even took home a quilt kit to put together. I am fine. Really. Especially during the day, chasing around after Preston. We are having fun together, even if we do miss Bradley. (Can't wait until he's home for good, btw!)

It's night, when I should be in bed, that I read. And ponder. But not too hard. Really.

I love you all. Whoever you are.

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!