Even In The Quietest Moment...

It hasn't been a month yet so I suppose it should come as no surprise that little things will suddenly have tears rolling my cheeks.  I wore one of Russ's leather waistcoats to the bar last night; this morning, I read madamemish's latest entry and wept; so much in there represented how I felt.  Right now, I really wish I had a partner; someone to offer hugs on tap.  But I'm stuck alone in my room with only my koalas for company.

When Mother died, I played the bottom off Eel's "Electro-shock Blues".  This time, it seems to be Peter Gabriel's "Up", particularly "Darkness" and "I Grieve".