It's all about the space...

Well its moving day.  Kind of.  The house is full of boxes.  The truck is hired.  Am about to go the the real estate agent and swap bags of money for the keys; and then I live in a real house again.  Don't get me wrong, I loved the fact that were in a shopping centre on a main road.

That we could go out the back and hear music playing from the pub two doors down was a real coo; but the rats! As long as from wrist to elbow - and that isn't a lie.  I can hear them at night, which is better that knowing they were creeping through my bedroom.

Still, now that the council is onto them, the stench is gone but hey, the harmony I felt when I first moved (unbeknown to me, they were growing even then) is gone.

So this is my last chance to write for a little bit.  I've got no internet because they haven't worked out if there is a line there and I can't remember what it looks like - but I'll go.  Sigh...

It is time to work...  At least then I don't think about the Squeeze.

Taking time...

Well I decided to keep at it, even though I'm getting zippo in the joy department.

Everything seems to want to rectify itself so slowly.  The worst is the terrible exhaustion, which if I'm honest, threatens to consume me.

We are moving into a new house.  Most unfortunate in timing but there it is.  I'll be out of shopping strip, rats and life and in to suburbia; of course if I don't get my license back, God knows how I'm going to get anywhere!

I'm knee deep in boxes and if I'm honest, I want to do all the wrapping myself to make sure it's done correctly.  Yeah; I'm asking myself that same question.  Why don't I give some of it over to my kids..?  Well, that would be easier if they were here.  There out having a good time since I'm not mumbling and horsefly swatting myself.  In other words, since they can understand me, I'm fine.

You'll have to bear with me because I'm teaching myself to touch type again.  Well its funny... It's not exactly teaching myself to type; its teaching myself not to be dyslexic.  I type all the damned words out but I have to go back and correct more words that not.

Oh well, more later.  I'm off to the movies with a friend.

Okay. That sucked...

I'm sitting here going extremely slowly on my computer.  Why am I going this ever frustratingly snails pace when I haven't been on since October..?

Well you may remember that the premise around leaving you last year was my brain.  It was packing up... Throwing the towel in... Giving up the ghost.

The short of it is that they; on their first visit out; stuffed my brain.  A simple 'basic' operation - that turned into four and left me sitting in a waiting room for four hours between operations; getting brain damage.

I haven't been to work since then.  This is the first time I could gather my wits enough to try and sit at the computer.

The good new is that each week sees me relearning things and I'm almost a person again; aside from a few typos....  And the delete key!