Someone I’d like to honor took over a task for my loved one-who’d taken ill-just to be a buddy and give them some rest.

It was war time, and even though it was routine, the mission ended up being fatal. There’s a lot of guilt and sincere gratitude we feel for this brave and kind fallen soldier.

It’s like a buzzing and churning feeling. Too much caffeine is similar to me, but i personally prefer the caffeine buzz. I feel icky after too much sugar sometimes.

Update: I am *squints* *this close* to being over the proverbial hump.

Thanks for checking in! I peeked in the bird house today, and not quite yet. Here’s hoping I get takers soon!