mister stepped into a drift to take a poop and it was too deep. i look and he's like a fuggit and i say down here there's a shallow spot and he did a good solid. 
i thought i would get other pictures than this. but this is what i got. oh well at least we're keeping a record.
i thought this morning if i was at home in my studio with the front window panes falling out and no hot water in the bath i think i would just give up, though to be honest i have no real idea what that would mean for me. probably i would walk on bloody feet to reach mister. but pragmatically, and mentally, i would be in far worse shape, and i don't know if i would have outlasted this fungus, the internal storm, and the storms coming from without. 
and yet i have to meet this in some new way, and i still wonder with a good place and good r., and mary the healer, if i can outlast this trouble. stay tuned please and i hope to have a different picture the next walk, by the storm-ridden inland sea. 
well we didn't make it that far, the vortex was even stronger and drove us back.