Today was not a social day. I need solitude on occasions such at this. I went to the ponds. The creatures there seemed to sense my sadness and they came up to offer their condolencenses. The deer, the squirrells, even the muskrat. But especially the mosquitoes.
They expressed their condolences all over my arms, neck and face. I thanked as many as I could with swift swats. Unfortunately the swats more often than not hurt me more than they hurt the mosquitoes.
I have over 3 dozen welts on my body. Thats 36+ for those of you, like me, who aren't too quick with the mental math and must rely heavily on a calculator. I feel ill. I'm not sure if its the virus de jour, stress due to current events, or an over dose of mosquito coodies. What ever it is the drugs and the alcohol aren't working. I ache and I feel a fever coming on. Grrrrrrrrrrr!
No word from Gabe since his cell phone message. Rumor has it he's suffering from a 3 day drunk. Can't say I blame him. I just hope he's sober enough when he sleeps to know that he's safe. I hope he was able to leave his nightmares behind in the sand.
A few friends here have asked for a little more detail about how my friend Rachelle died. . Rachelle was the victim of domestic abuse, violently killed by the man she had exchanged wedding vows with just 2 years earlier. Rather than post the details here I have uploaded a link which you may access if you would like.
I would like to thank everyone who offered their condolences. I have dealt with death in the past, but never with the murder of a friend. This one will hurt for a long time and I am so fortunate to have such wonderful, supportive friends such as you. Thank you from the bottom of my mosquito bitten heart.