I finished my evening last night, with a hot lemon drink and my meds. Woke up this morning determined to brush off my demons, and have a straight day today!

I made it up to Kroger by 0700 and stocked supplies. Then I fed my friends at the Park, while listening to Ranger Rachel (head of the Park) and the sheriff, having fun on our local radio, The X. I've met Rachel, not the sheriff. I like this small town banter!

Then I tripped over something mid-morning, looked like a wagon.

After watching a movie in the dark, I moseyed down to check the creek, and found my bucket had been blown down there.

I think this is a metaphor of my life. For me to kick the bucket, I now have to travel further down the road, to reach it, and assume some giant wagon don't come crashing down on my head, and take me out first.