granted the cold that hijacked this body has been riding around in it for over a week.

granted the gardens are a mess (over 30 trees down at last count).

granted, my responsibilities as the signage goddess in this difficult situation drains me.

granted, handling a legal issue this week with flights and fear and loneliness.

granted.

but there is a sadness over sitting here wanting to say something real and enlightened and deep and relevant AND YET THE DESIRE TO GET HORIZONTAL AND CHANNEL SURF IS TREMENDOUS.

more productively... i will cuddle with mancub. tommorrow might be a day to say something really keen...