I feel as if I am close to the breaking point, and not in a good way. Still, a good friend is coming to visit during the long Memorial Day weekend, so that's something to look forward to. It's mostly unlikely I'll go missing/dead/institutionalized between now and then.
The rain water falls through a crack in the ceiling
And I'll have to spend my time on repair
Just like the rain, I'll be always falling...
Only to rise and fall again
{The Thompson Twins, "If You Were Here"}
