So I’m feeling much better these days. I’ve been battling depression for quite some time and by August, I was having anxiety attacks and just about everything little thing overwhelmed me. My body felt like a train had hit it. And then my dear uncle in England died suddenly and a week later, I was there attending his funeral. I cried more times that week than I have in over 2 years. I threw a rose down on his coffin and said goodbye on behalf of my mother. The day before I left, I was walking around Leicester Square area, on my way to see “War Horse” and I felt a part of me return and drop into place. Call it gratitude, appreciation for the life that I do have call it a fucking break, but whatever it was, I’ll take it. And then kindergarten finally started. (The teachers here were on strike and so school was delayed.) I’m putting taking care of myself back on the calendar.